eight haiku by Jim Benz
honey bee
through the open window
a scent of lilacs
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somewhere
in the trees at dusk
a pair of doves
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strutting pigeon –
looks like he owns
this sidewalk!
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brass bells –
every sound
means something else
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absorbed in a book –
broom and dustpan
leaning on the wall
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may rain –
closing windows
as the wind rises
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climbing rocks
at Gooseberry Falls
a sound of laughter
***
brown lilac
drying on the branch
where is your fragrance?
05/29/2007 Posted on 05/29/2007 Copyright © 2024 Jim Benz
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