The green that clings to the kernal of a roast pistachio nut.
Disconnected threads of light follow one another along an otherwise invisible line of spider silk moving in the breeze and reflecting the sun.
So hot, no leaf moves,
Clouds hide the sun, the bee rests.
The wave crashes down.
1 comment:
Excellent - the build up and the "cut" to the last line have an intensity that works as a haiku should work, to tell about a whole world beyond the detail it selects.
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