May 12, 2005
Early Evening Haiku
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I.
A warm wind blows by,
Birds sing in the distant trees,
A savored hour.
II.
So much to say now,
Time does not permit it. Alas!
Let another time come.
III.
Moving a mountain,
A mustard seed faith is all,
Can I muster that?
Pounding in my head.
Pain erupting from within.
Will it ever end?