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a wind leafs
my haiku pages–
Jane Reichhold clearer with each read

before dusk
a quick green wind
shows the underparts of trees

cramming
the streams with winter
the hungry ice

sick friend’s back yard
so much of the wind
thrashing shadows

squinting at the pond
the dragonfly’s wings
cellophane with light

how composing
is the garden Buddha
cloaked in moonshine

the widower’s sports car
he waxes weekly…
the last one