upturned sky

the tide carries in

a currawong

gentle clouds

settle over suburbs

rush hour

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quiet afternoon

woken by unruly flaps

of currawong song

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almost dusk

softly the mosquito bounces

along my finger

four people

doing their own thing

jazz in the house

cliff's edge

the weight of an apple

in my hand

Simply Haiku Winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

The morning commuter train. An hour earlier we each were warm in our beds. Beyond that, we are all strangers.

a poppy

flips about on an unseen breeze

a private joke

Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4