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brighter white
than the billowing clouds
apple blossoms
two wakes --
the swimming beaver
and his stick
fading light
the first evening star
dots a crescent moon
canyon
hearing the loose stone
again
puddle dipping
he catches an autumn moon
in his net
minus thirty --
every car disappears
in its own fog
below zero
ice floes on the river
standing still
winter river
a new layer frozen
to the old
new year's day:
same old car
under fresh snow
morning sun --
she lifts a tea towel
from a fresh loaf
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Susan Bond
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Copyright © Susan Bond
August 2000
...haiku in this room by Jim Kacian...
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