Haiku, 9/9/26
I think each wave is
New — unlike any other —
But I’m not a wave.
Haiku, 9/10/26
The lake horizon
Is a perfectly straight line —
It closes my eyes.
Haiku, 9/11/26
I watch the lake shore
Through bare trees and square windows —
Water floods the house.
Haiku, 9/12/26
The wind’s strong today —
Gull flotillas ride the waves —
Vanish between them.
Haiku 2, 9/12/26
There’s no more to say
About our time on the beach —
The sand says, “Go home.”
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