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Haiku (August 1993)

I once bought a book on haiku and took a liking to Buson’s poetry. Buson was both painter and poet and as such, had a sharp eye. His haiku inspired me to write this on a brutal Summer day as I watch heat radiating off the highway. I think rather than using the traditional line […]

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