Zen Haiku

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twilight
in the same time
the sick friend has not phoned

I know only
after the rain
some strawberry plants will fruit

open tent
the quietly searching
moon’s face

camping
birds will be birds
such chatter about dawn

camp fire
a full moon
searches the trees

camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels

camp fire
crackling into
the stars

open tent
last in sunset…
the river passes on to night

open tent
green and brown caterpillar
in a beak

open tent
squeezed from a husk
the moth dilates her wings