Saturday, April 03, 2021

Presence, Number 69, March 2021

darkling beetles
the carp's skeleton
no longer white

frost alert . . .
headlamps bobbing
in the vineyard

frozen berries
we enter the silence
of hibernation

the creek
a crucible overflowing
with molten sun
my eyelids close until
I can see again

I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 68:

hawk strike
I let go
of my breath

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