old cemetery —
the blank headstones
of unknown soldiers
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Jane Wilson
Jane Wilson (jw_nightowl at yahoo.com)
I live and work in Richmond, Virginia, where I was born. My haiku have been pulished on tinywords.com, the Asahi Haikuist Network, The Heron's Nest, and in Acorn: A Journal of Contemporary Haiku. I also enjoy writing short poems in the style of Japanese tanka.
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in the cemetery
rows of headstones …
always the same, the end
in the cemetery
rows of headstones …
always the same, the end
jane,
what can i say? it warms the heart of this
old mississippian to see this kind of
work.
cutting through the cemetery at dusk fireflies
year’s end-
another white pine cross
where the promise began