by Arthur Klepchukov

On a re-reading of my previous post, I realized the end of the poem contained a haiku:

On the shore’s blue blend
men become boys again
toes plucked from the sand

That made me smile, share it on Twitter, and look for other #haiku tweets. Here are my favorites:


and add another of my own:

sound of summer night
singing into empty warm
dancing, with my sweat