7 Haiku

Dawn in the village—
is that laughing cock insane
or strangely knowing?

Morning: red-eyed horse

nibbling a patch of dry grass
while she watches me

A lakeside village—

dogs yapping at the horses
who strayed in their yard

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Clouds of gnats at dusk—
from the restaurant chimney
smoke floats toward the pines

These handsome faces—

nice decorations on a
rather sad journey

Under slow dawn skies

the banging of a hammer
from a building’s husk

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Dust-covered bottles

beside rusty railroad tracks—
how fare the drinkers?



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