quiet forest
fingers of palm fronds
playing on the breeze
going the same way
along the bush track
bull ant
deep in sleeping bag
was that a raindrop
hitting the tent?
morning stillness
a pelican
unzips the lake
full moon
we sit in a circle
with our eyes closed
tangled in
a wire fence
the way beyond is clear
Haiku: Ron Buckstein, Photos: Ken Golding,
Christabelle Baranay, Lesley Synge
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