The page remainedunblemished across the night,waiting for letters. But why sniffle a haikuWhen one can weep a sea? The peepal wears a new green sheath.It shimmers and quivers in thebarely felt breeze.Everywhere around it is nothingbut baked dust, caked fields,and…
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An Open Puzzle to Haiku Writers
Rose gold iPhone Fingerprints of feather Haiku they wrote. The bowels jettison Smokes of pot noodle Dawn, noon and dusk. Grumbling in the groin The brooding, wet cistern Agrees and sprays. Young eves frolic In the pale light of the…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 