A Handful of Haiku<\/p>\n
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Radiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Some of these haiku have the wrong amount of syllables.\u00a0 I don’t think Basho would mind.<\/p>\n
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after a spring rain
\nI toss worms back in the grass
\nworms with their five hearts<\/p>\n
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we share our stories
\nwatching the bonfire rising
\ntouching the dark sky<\/p>\n
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walking through the woods
\nI find a weather-washed deer skull
\nantlers holding the sky<\/p>\n
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the wind walks the change
\nunder ochre-colored robe\u2014
\nbegging bowl empty<\/p>\n
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leaning on the oak
\nthe old man shakes off the world
\nbecomes the bright sky<\/p>\n
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the map\u2019s rivers, roads\u2014
\nage-lines tracing the world\u2019s face\u2014
\nso many ways home<\/p>\n
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dawn\u2019s meditation\u2014
\na time-dented singing bowl\u2014
\ntrying to ring out<\/p>\n
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when sleep finds my eyes
\nowls drift from the night trees
\nasking who I am<\/p>\n
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walking by the farm
\nI hear the last cricket sing
\nnear the closed barn door<\/p>\n
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good morning grand oak
\nyou\u2019ve twisted through the old fence
\nI twist through me own<\/p>\n
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shaving my glad breasts
\nmaking them smooth like fresh grapes
\nthis is who I am<\/p>\n
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Hey gold and white carps!
\nWhat darkness have you come from
\nto swim into the light?<\/p>\n
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Welcome back heron
\nstanding in the cold river
\nfrost melting from your wings<\/p>\n
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Fly, you\u2019ve come early
\nrubbing your hands together
\nwho will you bug first?<\/p>\n
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