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  • A Sweet Friend of mine moved to a faraway place. We have stayed in touch, off and on, during his tenure abroad. For a brief moment in time, we communicated through haiku! I know? Who needs a haiku, right? But I found the experience fun and challenging. The experiment fizzled out, because, well you can't continue to communicate through a haiku forever.

    Editing, it would appear, is a skill that can be honed. In writing and in life, it's best done with people who believe less is indeed more. Especially when it comes to selecting swimwear, (wink, wink).

    The flush left lines are Sweet Friend's, the lines beginning with an asterisk are yours truly. You will read the introduction as to what began this crazy haiku-ing and then the necessary end. We are attempting a photo swap with medium format film, but he won't be rushed in this process, so I am without an iconic image at this point to show you Cowbirders, but the spot is reserved if one should reveal itself in the development process.


    can't wait
    Its warm and humid here now

    *You almost have a haiku or a senryu with this message! Just add and switch the last line to the
    middle! You little poet!

    Sweet is the spring taste
    Its warm and humid here now
    Refreshing breezes

    *weeping cherry tree
    tears of joy or sadness stream down
    watering the earth


    *animals of spring
    rapt in new light-headiness

    Well, that was fun.

    Boats on the harbor
    Swaying in the morning breeze
    Heat expanding air

    *the bluebird returns
    in her song i hear a cry
    for abandoned nests

    Very nice haiku
    It harkens to older times
    Reverse nostalgia

    *don't know what to think
    an idea is coming
    my passing fancy

    Your haiku is flawed
    Wrong number of syllables
    In the second line

    *retract turn of phrase
    i hate it when you are right
    still cute looking though

    She butters me up
    She must want something from me
    Some gifts from China?

    *gifts i don't require
    and false flattery falls dead
    sincere expressions

    Truth is truth always
    The foundation of friendship

    *till the earth opens
    the memories resurface
    decay enriches

    The things that grew there
    In childhood seeds root stronger
    Its all in the soil

    *new melody drops,
    listen to the chorus

    March 28
    Ok, i lost the narrative thread.
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