The week in haiku 45 2026
Still camping—I’ve made it back to the desert.
rusted-out Broncos
a whole backyard history
the new one gleams
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the junco prefers
a sidewalk puddle
managed wetlands
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creosote
nothing says desert
like green
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new flowers
wave on Apache plumes
autumn rain
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center stripe
ravens feast on roadkill
their eyes a dare
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rake at the door
the field trip chaperone
corrals children
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in spotlight sun
the vermillion flycatcher
bloody kills it
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riding the thermals
one raven among the cranes
an easy parting