Haiku: Broad Band

Drilling of work men,
bangs of broadband improvements –
a bird on the wire

Haiku: Encounter

They laugh when meeting
Stances speak louder than sounds –
The cold is dismissed

Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet

birds against the sky
migrators through empty space
We all cry ‘mother’

No one is sitting
while light pervades frozen space –
the chair disappears

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