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Ode to a Brussels Sprout

baby cabbage? nay,
more wizened, potent elder.
hail, Brussels sprout!


scent can drive the hand
through aroma of danger
to rest forever


Haiku No. 455: Presence

Breathing fresh cool air
Wanting to feel your presence.
It’s always been here.

By Deborah E. Dayen

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In such a pickle

Stay or go Do or do not

In indecision

Haiku Poetry

Haiku 6.19

no you hang up no
you hang up first she giggled
said the granddaughter


Haiku: The Cat Who Found Us

One day a couple of years ago, I spied a small cat sitting on our windowsill. It was strange because I thought I knew all the neighborhood indoor/outdoor and barn cats, including the big orange tabby that haunted the pastures and the Siamese mix from next door. 259 more words