[Editor’s note: The original “Glimpses” was syllable too long. So, here is the haiku again. This time trimmed by a syllable.]
At the water’s edge,
Echoes whisper my longing.
My heart holds your face.
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Thirteen is a lonely number
I hardly know ya, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
Afraid to hold ya. /
It's Friday, Friday the Thirteenth. Just the facts, ma,am.
I have just told ya, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
I hardly know ya. /
Just the facts, you say, /
Triskaidekaphobia./
Will make you go away. /
But you’re here to stay. /
triskaidekaphobia. /
For the entire day. /
So I might just play, /
Triskaidekaphobia. /
On this fine Friday: /
Triskaidekaphobia
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Sleeper of a deal
Night available.
One per customer it read.
Sleeper of a deal.
Empty: Full
Open and empty
heart with a full measure of
empathy and love.
Touching Nature
Top of young tree broken by human hand just leaves are budding out.
Touch Nature’s beauty;
even the hand that twists the
tree free of its growth.
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