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As you haiku writers can imagine, it’s hard to give up a streak of over 5,000 lines and approximately 35,000 syllables.  I don’t know how long I’ll be away or even whether I will ever be back, but I hope to get a new perspective on haiku through the respite.  Maybe then, someday, the crop will return in full bloom again.

Keep haiku alive in cyberspace.

Fondly,

David

an empty box—everything

inside me at last

of snow becomes a pool for

urban steeplechase

a phone shuddering mutely

crying nothing

at work may have windows too

to write this morning

bare trees reach into sunlight

with golden fingers

the sort you just see landing

and just feel melting

around my feet—some soul begs

another entry

white— empty branches of ash

bear weight again

weather—the way air feels, how

we feel about it