under flowerpots
where moist creatures used to live
dry earth empty shells
under flowerpots
where moist creatures used to live
dry earth empty shells
early morning wash
drips fall while butterflies dance
diamonds on their wings
the disappointment
astro-turf no moisture there
old cigarette butts
along this old lane
bowls sit outside garden gates
thirsty dogs lapping
butterfly alights
on my arm, long tongue probing
my skin for moisture
a car rushing by
the sound of a passing plane
a wren sings her song
river statues stand
monuments to industry
fish pay a visit
an open window
a spider stalking a moth
on a bathroom wall
reading some haiku
from a poet in Ukraine
sirens and swallows
Read her work: http://akitahaiku.com/2022/07/30/haiku-by-vladislava-simonova-in-ukraine-4/
memories of blue
skies, and butterflies, the one
lighting on his arm
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