small poems & small plates
haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)
haiku -- not the usual 5-7-5
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Monday, October 31, 2016
A moment of time when its spokes are still.
When I'm silent, what moves within me?
When a tomato is being picked, what is it's center saying to the departing vine?
What does a blue umbrella think of a blue sky? Or of wind rearranging leaves on the closest tree?
And will the next poem begin with heirloom tomatoes and a blue umbrella? Wind, caught in time's spokes?
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