Sitting at the changing tide
Beside the ancient harbor
Waves already lapping our feet
Friday haiku 102
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Sitting at the changing tide
Beside the ancient harbor
Waves already lapping our feet
To the mantis
I am a soft, pulsating
Mountain
The trees, exhausted
abandon their leaves
to the crowing wind
Don’t look for wild geese
to lift the darkening sky
That inner burning
that leaves you spent
will also light your way home
A century of days
Each of them an equal part
Of forever
September moon
Sailing above cicadas
Dying for love