Poetry

Gary Hotham: Nine Haiku

Nine Haiku graveside vacancies in the air for rain for the rain not my word my grandson’s stars too far to be part the Milky Way into daylight snowflakes one after the other on top Dad’s old birthday low spots collecting rain low water rocks daylight for lingering harbor town sunset floats with the fishing boats falling snow each breath the same age easier to climb than the hills distant clouds Gary Hotham

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