tree swing
two tiny toes
touch the sun


faroff boat whistle
i close the loop of my
embroidery thread






spiderweb silk
suddenly i've become
the puppeteer



summer sky
a hole through the cloud
to its other side






an'ya






tree swing ... haiku for a moonless night
faroff boat ... tinywords, 06/17/04
spiderweb ... moonset journal, spring 2006
summer sky ... poet profile, AHA
next ~ Jane Reichhold

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