To the mantis
I am a soft, pulsating
Mountain
Friday haiku 101
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Friday haiku 100
A century of days
Each of them an equal part
Of forever
Friday haiku 98
Thunder ushers in
The last long weekend
Of barbecue season
Friday haiku 97
A break in the heat
Dozing in the armchair
Jackhammer dreams
Friday haiku 96
Mushrooms come and go
With or without the seasons
Like cribs and gravestones
