Zen Haiku

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beach tide
all a crab can fear
in and out of a gull

half shells
worrying the bull-ants
off their nest

the train leaving
serrated
town shadows

our sweet walk past
a twilight breeze
through the ripe peach tree

crows nesting
the scatter of wreaths
around her headstone

from the bird bath
up-side down
a fruit bat

one kid
after the other’s laugh
mushroom search

lavender field
opening the scissors
from my backpack

the morning star
in our bird bath
still bright

old girl
in her best kimono
back and forth at home