September 2022
Author's Note: I like to say that I played with the haiku until I broke it. The things of this world sometimes don't want to accept the form you might want to lay on them, so I try to let my short poems just be themselves. Which practice informs my longer poems as well, I might add. I try to do what the poem tells me to.
Three Untitled Poems
A lessening wind
lets evening in.
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Wind in the pines
as if all the trees
sigh together.
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Those pears --
they're right there,
and so ripe --
it'd be a sin
not to take one.
~
©2022 Tom Montag
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