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Four Haiku-forms From Hill Top
by Ronald A PavellasSit! Beckoning rock
Appears from under oak tree.
Hawk can't see me here.
Low sun-light reveals
Arachne's glimmering shroud
Blanketing felled leaves.
The bent, patient oak
Lives beyond generations
Of allies and foes.
Hawk: she dives, swoops, glides,
At ease in setting sun-light.
"I": become oak, rock.
02/23/2002 Posted on 02/23/2002
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