the canal slicks by
still black as the sunrise and I
cross the bridge
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This poem was written in response to On The Trail With Basho Encore #9 Bridge of Morning, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s The Dubliners –
IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC -Tennessee Williams
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You’re on a roll. 🙂 “Canal slicks by” will stay in my memory … as will the entire haiku, truthfully. This is so well crafted!
Great choice in the Dubliners 🙂
Well, the Dubliners pretty much chose themselves on this occasion since I’m currently visiting Dublin. Plus it is a great performance 🙂
Thanks, Jen. This one ended up being constructed slightly differently than I expected but I do like ‘exploring.’