the fish market~
here and there
I catch a word

                          wherever
                                                        the rowboat
takes me

once
I could have run up this hill...
time out

coming or going?
only the passengers
know for sure

bedtime soon--
the city is starting
to wake up

embraced,
she is as elusive
as at a distance

finally,
The Possum Pot Pie Singers
take a break

Return to the front page of this issue:   Haiku Harvest     Vol. 3, No. 1 - 2002
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These poems are Copyright © 2002 by J. D. Heskin.
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