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| Far-flung family members gather on the farm for a reunion in early October. |
Picnic tables
heavy with conversation
home cooking'
Home coming –
behind the cellar door
summer in a hundred flavors
On every shelf
jars of spaghetti sauce
the cellar's chill touch
Garden bell
all but its timbre
lost in the sunflowers
These haiku are from my work in progress, Farm Song, but you probably will have forgotten them by the time the book is finished.
c.p.
