the edge of a concrete driveway with blue metal inclusions where it meets the lawn and various weeds are growing, including a groundcover with round leaves

Tiny brown guy

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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7 Comments

  1. 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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