hunger embodied
against the sky’s forlorn blue
the hawk in its flight

Two places to read more of my haiku.

incremental dawn
the hunter cold in his blind
can almost hear it

homeless veteran’s
distant stare: downtown buildings
cast their slow shadows

creased and streaked with mud
lying dim in the gutter
the eight of diamonds

what can silence find?
a descent of light deeper
than the dreams of trees

A quick note to announce that I’m now posting additional haiku and other forms of short poetry to two new places:
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do the willows dream?
if they do, it is of roots,
roots and what they find