Simply Haiku: A Quarterly Journal of Japanese Short Form Poetry
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Autumn 2007, vol 5 no 3
Sneaking out, we close the door on the sleeping house. He's agreed to let me come, with a caveat. I, the younger sister, must do all the baiting and unhooking. We dug the worms last night, so they're frisky. I wonder how long it will be before he lets me hold the rod…
In the shallow water
After we bought the old place, a man stopped by to share some stories… "The dump out yonder was always smoking. Something was always on fire. On top of that ridge was the old barn. Used to smoke cigarettes in there. It burnt down one day, with everything in it. We must've done it. Never told no one that. Nope. No one."
The tunnels of field mice
Find the foundation
Spring roundup. The climb to the upper pasture is steep with soul-satisfying views. We move cows and calves towards the barn for tagging, vaccination and castration. Some will be separated and fattened for market. The decision is made before we reach the cowshed.
The wind-carried sweep
She made me promise to take care of him. Her little boy, now twenty-one, had finally found a girl to marry. I didn't have the nerve to tell her, surrounded by her machines and hospital walls. Engaged or not, I would soon leave him and those fists he called hands.
Screen door slam
The old dog flinches
From the wind
Michele Harvey is a professional landscape painter, living and working in New York since 1977. She divides her time between the very urban and very rural, collecting imagery and antique roses.
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