A stalk of grass.
Here today,
gone tomorrow.
Its life seems
as brief as a breeze.
And yet the universe
took billions of years
to bring it into being.
The least I can do
is pay attention
to its waving.
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Adjusting for Weaves
Light leaves fingerprints
In the first cold snap that cracks
And dazzles the trees.
[Disposable Haiku November 5, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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