Tuesday, December 01, 2020

Presence, Number 68, November 2020

frostquakes
these recurring dreams
of war


hawk strike
I let go
of my breath


the apostrophe
on a quail's head . . .
uncut hay


an elegancy
of avocets reflected
in the pond
we drop our troubles
into the stillness


(note: in the first haiku, "frostquakes" was published as two words)
 

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