This weekend I was going through a box of very old music lyrics, songbooks, and such. I found three haiku that I had written probably about 20 years ago during a weekend at Esalen. The print was so faded that I could barely make them out, but here’s what I think they said:
The old farmer cried
I have lost all my cattle
Be glad you have none
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Tell me about God
I requested of the child
I tend to forget
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And for a little comic relief:
The water grew dark
The tide receded quickly
Put the seat down, dear