spring fly
my sick dog
comes to life
—Vladislav Hristov
rice field
the way she walks
through the silence
—Vladislav Hristov
quiet morning
a symphony of shoes
squeaking in the snow
—Vladislav Hristov
Editor's Note: This haiga is from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson.
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