to thread a needle
a steady hand, a clear eye
and a grateful heart.
Category: haiku
Home of the birds
O, so many houses
Which should I choose
What a luxury.
time
The radiance of the red bird is undeniable
The universe is still unfinished after 13.8 billion years
I have time for my season to grow corn
who, which
we waited for fish,
for bites,
got bored and left
an afternoon stint
the fiddler gathers his fiddle and hat
random kindness from strangers
a sandwich and a drink
how far are you
I do not know you are coming
I remember fragrance of your walk
I’m sorry I’m nearsighted.
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