San Francisco Haiku #4

passing the station
the jogger puffs
fresh air

*

park bench
a robin sings
me to sleep

*

wind up
the school girl’s skirt
how wide the sky

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8 responses to “San Francisco Haiku #4

  1. Another delightful series of haiku.

  2. That first one is fantastic πŸ™‚ Love your series.

  3. How I marveled at the third one. Whew!

  4. bd

    “…how wide the sky…”

    far from a new phrase, yet how perfectly it encapsulates what you say here.

    in any number of minds, it would pull us back to places we have been. breath is the key. air is everything.

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