she talks
to her dog
then sees me
sycamores
grow older
and whiter
hopping
treetop to twilight
...winter crows
are their calls
beautiful
to other crows?
lost dog note
flapping on the tree
...blown away
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I think I'm beginning to concentrate my thoughts and use the images better in my forays into fewer syllables.
The first one amuses me because I see a few ways of interpreting it.
BONUS EXPERIMENT:
geese call back and forth their haiku
Flying geese are often symbolic of haiku... like a couple of lines on the page of the sky.
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