Chaos
A trawler waits in harbor.
Its gillnet is entwined
haphazardly while waiting
to make the passage to sea,
where fishing crews will lower
that illusive weight
below the surface shadows—
to capture something formless
between its open spaces.
~Son Rivers 2006
THERE AND GONE ….
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Here is an autumn hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: In a moment,It
no longer is —The rainbow. When we look at English poetry, it is common to
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