summer grasses—
the wheels of a locomotive
come up to a stop
Seishi Yamaguchi
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I weed the old gravel
I weed between the new paving stones
I weed, and I know that I will have to weed again
Yet the memory may be the first memory
It is of being with Grandad
On the clay works steam-powered shunting engine
We ride together, from the arched bridge
By our row of terraced cottages
To the buffers, of Hepworth Iron Company Ltd
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan