After a cascade of showers
slanting sunlight slips into my room
Followed by a swarm of flies
buzzing around like aimless tourists
Alone, I have nothing to do but
become their tour guide
September, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
