Oct 08, 2006
Late Night Haiku XVIII
By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:07 AM
L. A stream forgotten,
Yet it still flows, will anyone recall
Its existence — ever?
LI. The tree falls noiseless,
No one listening to what passed.
One bird lacks a nest.
LII. Ripple, ripple, the water
Flows by me as I write tonight,
What springs from that muse?
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