A thousand years gone
A nuthatch grooms the pine
Still silent as stone
Friday haiku 92
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Friday haiku 91
Outside, it’s still July
In my hotel room,
Late October
Friday haiku 90
Nothing moves
in this heat
except desire
Friday haiku 89
Soaring high above
inside the red-shouldered hawk
the souls of sparrows
Friday haiku 88
All night rain
the mole carefully digs
around the trap
