Oh, you write
in English . . .
his “oh “
tasting like pinot noir
left open overnight
Atlas Poetica, 22, 2015
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...
