wave train the rumble of distant rapids
the weasel
we never see . . .
brush pile
our branches
have grown together
in old age . . .
new leaves shimmer
on the ancient cypress
I was delighted to discover that the following haiku was shortlisted for the Best-of-Issue Award in Presence 79:
northern lights
a man on skates twirls
his baby's pram
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