Three possible haiku today; the last holds fast due to the unexpected analogy: was closing the blinds at sunset this evening, and for a flash of a moment, thought the overhead light was the moon in low orbit over the horizon, climbing the garden wall. Flash back twenty-seven years ago when the image first appeared to me for an early poem. Strong connection to the twelfth grader I once was—

The living room lamp
reflects off the back window
as a crescent moon.


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