chasing frisbees . . .
the humidity of his
breath
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chasing frisbees . . .
the humidity of his
breath
early spring;
the rainbow pours
through morning
frozen pond;
the moon sees
an old face
(Kusamakura International Haiku Contest 2004, 3rd Place)
darkening sky . . .
the crow disappears
into a cloud
(Shiki Kukai Contest 1st Place, March 2011)
autumn eve;
the hanging moon dallies
in a puddle
(published in World Haiku Review, August 2009 p.2 Vol. 7 Issue 2)