Carry that pointed crumb
big as your thorax
back to the nest.
Loop-de-loop the spirals
of my notebook,
gaining no ground.
Negotiate the blue metal chips
in my driveway
like they’re landforms.
Merge under weed-leaf picnic brollies
past grains of sand
outsizing your head.
Tiny brown guy (V2: haiku series)
Carry pointed crumb
size of thorax back to nest.
Loop-de-loop notebook
spirals — gain no ground.
Negotiate those stone chips
like cliffs and ridges.
Merge under weed-leaf
picnic brollies, past sand grains
outsizing your head.
[Photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2026]
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Some seniors watch the traffic in the street from the window
of a 2nd floor apartment, whereas I sit on hips and look
at ants along a fallen branch and the next on their way to
the beach which they climb to watch the earth from above.
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poetic comments are my favourite Drager!
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Second version just added…which is better?
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to me the shorter version.
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Haiku is better, sharper
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What a fascinating exercise, Catherin!
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It was fun!
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