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Gerry Bravi, CA Haiku boats in the channel when the wind blows right fish stories sunlight on granite a cluster of wood ferns arrive early moonlight on water the wake of a distant boat slips into the reeds not a breath of air nonetheless blossoms fall— a moment ends sunrise darkness fragments into light clouds drift in now only the fireflies blink somewhere a party when the wind blows right distant laughter Free Verse Memory as it unravels into strings of past dialogues, scenes, acts and remakes often wonders what if, but, what if not?
Gerry Bravi, CA
Haiku boats in the channel when the wind blows right fish stories sunlight on granite a cluster of wood ferns arrive early moonlight on water the wake of a distant boat slips into the reeds not a breath of air nonetheless blossoms fall— a moment ends sunrise darkness fragments into light clouds drift in now only the fireflies blink somewhere a party when the wind blows right distant laughter Free Verse Memory as it unravels into strings of past dialogues, scenes, acts and remakes often wonders what if, but, what if not?
Haiku
boats in the channel when the wind blows right fish stories
sunlight on granite a cluster of wood ferns arrive early moonlight on water the wake of a distant boat slips into the reeds not a breath of air nonetheless blossoms fall— a moment ends
sunlight on granite a cluster of wood ferns arrive early
moonlight on water the wake of a distant boat slips into the reeds not a breath of air nonetheless blossoms fall— a moment ends
moonlight on water the wake of a distant boat slips into the reeds
not a breath of air nonetheless blossoms fall— a moment ends
sunrise darkness fragments into light
clouds drift in now only the fireflies blink somewhere a party when the wind blows right distant laughter Free Verse Memory as it unravels into strings of past dialogues, scenes, acts and remakes often wonders what if, but, what if not?
clouds drift in now only the fireflies blink
somewhere a party when the wind blows right distant laughter Free Verse Memory as it unravels into strings of past dialogues, scenes, acts and remakes often wonders what if, but, what if not?
somewhere a party when the wind blows right distant laughter
Free Verse
Memory as it unravels into strings of past dialogues, scenes, acts and remakes often wonders what if, but, what if not?
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