More Haiku

Is the forest trees
or a drop of sap whose scent
brings back wilderness?

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Foggy Soggy Dribble All the Grave

I don’t know. I’m never in the know, you know. But I get the news. Who can’t?

and when I grow too mould to grieve

And what to do? A different drummer’s dance, I suppose. There’s always someone with a drum. Listen. Hear they come.