Personal Best
fireflies the synchronicity of it all
1st Place, 2021 Irish Haiku Society International Competition
Tanka
we hang
your threadbare dresses
out to air
the prairie wind waltzes
with you one last time
a meadowlark
spins the morning
into gold . . .
your headstone sinks
deeper every year
I fasten
my broken-down guitar
to the farm gate
nesting bluebirds teach me
an unfamiliar song
Haiku
moon phases the ensō of circular reasoning
fern sori waiting for something more
volcanic glass
the wind combs through
Pele's hair
campfire toast
a female merganser's
cinnamon head
ancient mountains
become one with the night . . .
you reach for my hand
tinted lenses
an invisible rainbow
reveals itself
concrete jungle
the yellow graffiti
of dandelions
the bridge
that is and isn't there . . .
coastal fog
Haiga Gallery
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