Droning bee strokes wings
on petal, then flies from orchid...
stinger pointing out
Ice cubes bounce in glass
bubbles rise like pink balloons...
my mouth tastes gaiety.
Chimes let the summer
wind speak as evening cools
the blistering sun.
Dark star awakens bat
to wing into the purple
ashes of the day.
My soul a feather
of the white hawk that defines
a full, drumming heart.
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1 comment:
Fantastic image - and the third haiku was very fine, I thought.
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