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A new day a new haiku
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Dipping my paddle There’s no life in the water There’s only slaughter
Whispered grey shadows Wrapped around sturdy heartwood I’ll be first to go
Through the still clear air Fluttering down to the ground Leaves and Lapwings
Rivers and canals Could take us from coast to coast But we’re too busy
Running from monsters Crouching in solemn corners Hiding in darkness
Nothing I create Will last for a hundred years Unlike this canal
Empty jaws await Twist and turn you into lunch Swallow you up whole
Carry me downstream In the clear evening shadows Where do the days go?
To be a mirror Or just a dim reflection Would be so easy
My tired eyes squint Grey moths dance in my stomach Evening chills my face
As the old mines collapsed The canals that served them sunk In grim irony
Paddles pick their way Fighting through frosted ice sheets Frozen fingers burn