Zen Haiku

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suddenly awake–
a beach umbrella
out of the wind

beach resort
a sand storm
snuffs the sun

rock pools
gifting their mirrors
to the ebb tide

and, the sea winds
making one of the other
from sand dune to sand dune

how swooping
the seagulls fill
the after-storm breeze

Midday breeze
gulls strutting around
beach lovers.

Calling seagulls calling
calling the waves
in from the deep.

Beach wedding
without walls
yours or mine.

Calling so boldly
where our picnic was …
the beach gulls.

Beach fishing
a dragonfly settles
on the scaling knife.