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
September moon
Sailing above cicadas
Dying for love
Thunder ushers in
The last long weekend
Of barbecue season
A break in the heat
Dozing in the armchair
Jackhammer dreams