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      March 8, 2019Deborah P. KolodjiFour Haiku

      sandblasted
      by your words
      petroglyphs
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
      line of herons on the beach grunion
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
      lemonade
      that moment we know
      the feeling is gone
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
      power outage
      the spread of neighborhood
      quiet

      from #62 - Winter 2018

      Deborah P. Kolodji

      “Haiku is part of my daily existence. Each poem is like a word snapshot, but captures far more than a mere photo—it records how I am feeling at the time, whether I am trying to walk up a hill in fierce wind at the Petroglyph National Monument near Albuquerque or standing on the beach by the Cabrillo Marine Museum during a grunion run. I can read these poems later, close my eyes, and I feel like I am there again.”