haiku 13.15,16 — winter bird

the way a laugh flits
from your lips to eyes to lips
white-breasted nuthatch

4 in the morning
i’m counting the syllables
’til i can see you

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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