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Some Haiku
Cathy Barber
Footfalls on berries;
muddy fire, mundane orange,
unexpected white
Distant, the building
is smaller than my nail. Soon
I will enter there.
Hot snake on a hot
rock. The hawk's shadow offers
a flicker of shade.
in the bay, the shape-
shifting waves leave an absence
there and there and there
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