One Liners

expensive crumb for the sparrows—cafe croissant

she’s saved every bag of tea—my dry lips

woke yelling from the nightmare you’d forgotten

drawer of skulls and shells, she pins her hem

I was happy for no reason (orange mallows)

fire ants remind me to settle down

I can’t explain to the black lab that you’ll be back

forgetting to call my mother who won’t remember

dry acequia cottonwood leaves suddenly silent

cumulus clouds an orb weaver descends

thunder from the long view of mountains

she looks at the smart phone he at her breasts

woven basket reminds me of what slipped through the cracks

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These were inspired by a call from Brass Bell.This is the link:
http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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