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III.  Original Haiku from our Subscribers
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                   (11)    crow pitching cut grass
                              this way and that
                              busy in the dawn



    (1)    Refreshing shower
           Pours from my watering can
           Catching a rainbow



                        (3)    a green wheat field grows
                             between long strands of barbed wire
                               drones a crop duster



                    (5)    traffic lights,
                           Queens Boulevard; slow rise
                           and fall of surf



             (4)    surrounded by empty hangers
                    coat check girl alone
                    this warm spring night



    (10)    The simple pleasure
            of blooming geraniums
            lifts my eyes from work.



                    (7)    Grey and yellow clouds.
                           Morning sky fragrant with earth.
                           Ground littered with rain.



(11)    in this light through the
           curtain, almost like snow:
           cherries' early blossoms



                            (1)    Midday,
                                   Middle of the street:
                                   Leaf-fall



             (2)           Translucent dogwood
                    blossoms whisper in the day,
                           quivering in the sun.



                            (10)    The wall glows:
                                    Sunset and street light
                                    combining.



            (6)    star window mirror star



      (12)    Misplaced . . .
                   There between Hardy and Homer
                        A slim haiku book.



                              (11)    little dog
                                      nothing but railroad
                                      tracks, big moon



               (1)    Evening prayer call:
                      Voices colour the spaces
                      Outlined by swallows



(9)    Jet flies overhead
       Drawing a deep thread of sound
       Through the wide sky.



                           (10)    Last year's dog rose
                                   cut back to woody stumps
                                   explodes again.



             (8)    as she stepped closer
                    he noticeably started to flush--
                    moonlit summer night



                         (3)    shopping in the mall
                                in the maddening bustle. . .
                                cheerful little kids



(12)    Withdrawing my hand
             The tiniest drop of blood
                  In place of the rose.



                             (3)    gently I paddle
                                    parting early morning mists
                                    startled deer and I



       (11)    day pour tings in you til yr broken;
               go on to pour
               cause you so leaky



The Poets:
 (1)    Philip Adams            pka@dmu.ac.uk
 (2)    Joseph Black            DougieLvKY@aol.com
 (3)    Bill Blohm              bblohm@hpbs1686.boi.hp.com
 (4)    Chuck Easter            salparadis@aol.com
           "surrounded by empty hangers"  was originally
           published in Brussels Sprout.
 (5)    Tom Frenkel             frenkel@cucis.cis.columbia.edu
 (6)    Dana Garrett            DanaVG@aol.com
           "star window mirror star" was orginally published in
           Cicada.
 (7)    Dave Goboff             Davego@aol.com
 (8)    Steve Markley           SteveYo@aol.com
 (9)    Marietta Mehes Gat      Ryonen@aol.com
(10)    Andreas Schoter         asch@cogsci.ed.ac.uk
(11)    James Terral            jterral@unixg.ubc.ca
(12)    Charles Trumbull        TrumbullC@aol.com

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