a black rope
hanging from the oak tree
swings back and forth
in the winter wind . . .
red slippers on the ground
Atlas Poetica, 25, 2016
Poetic Musings: Dry Creekbed Haiku by Chuck Brickley
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dry creekbed
the gleam of a bullet shell
the only sound
*Earthshine*, 2017
Chuck Brickley
Commentary: L1 sets the scene and mood while the use of synesthe...