even in Austin
longing for Austin
the grackle
–after Bashō (tr: Jane Reichhold)
by James Brush
Tag: haiku
slow school day
circles of green moss
on concrete
memorial bench
over a decade old now
weeds between the stones
spring red bud
an open hand
catching sky
two vultures
fly toward the sunrise
almost spring
autumn afternoon
acorns tap free rhythms
on a gray Prius
the sky wrapped
all the trees in rain
thunder days
wide-eyed little boy
holding my hand in parking lots
school’s coming so fast
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