I’ve decided to enter some haiku,senryu, and haibun in an annual contest at the haiku society of america, or HSA. Here are some that didn’t make the cut.
Haiku
early June pond,
not quite as heated
as a month ago
Afternoon
Sun breaks
Cottonwood snow
Wind rippling leaves;
Waterfall
Senryu
Morning little league
Barn swallows
Steal second
took me 'til
thirty-six to have a steady flow
of clean socks
I used to think
This was cleaning...
I'm just hiding things.
Languid...
A whole Summer passes
On Sunday evening
Haibun
There’s an old Asian lady living out of her car, she parks on my street. Every time I pass her she’s not moving, but she is in the middle of doing something; getting something from a bag, making her bed, staring. I’m pretty convinced that she is a buddha, lost in such deep states of conservation that she’s actively preserving energy by moving so slowly, like a slug.
walking the dog
under half moon sky—
tracing chemtrails

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