In this ancient light
The spirits of fisher folk
Dancing on the lake
Friday haiku 94
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In this ancient light
The spirits of fisher folk
Dancing on the lake
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Riga, my Riga
In the antique shop
on the ground floor
of the building
where my parents lived
the year they married
I thought I heard someone
call my name
as if I lived there
too, so long before
my birth in the camp.
Friday haiku 86
The spring wind sputters,
too tired to raise a ruckus,
bored already.
A circle, closing
That split
between life and death
is not a border,
but eternity,
not a doorway
to an endless future,
but an escape
from the chains of time,
not a shattering,
but a mending,
not the end of the line,
but a circle,
closing.
Friday haiku 66
A sunlit patch in winter
the wild song of geese
returning
exiles child 