hiking alone . . .
telephone wires
bridging the river
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Matt Zambito
Matt Zambito, originally from Ransomville, New York, currently lives in Columbus, Ohio. His haiku and senryu have appeared in Frogpond, Snapshots, paper wasp, bottle rockets, and Modern Haiku. He is the drummer for Cropchecker.
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full moon festival
two moons greeting me
at sea
Solitude–
someone who lived
long ago understands
Card in the mail–
my poems reflected
back to me
Tinywords–
connecting writers
round-the-world
children giggle
leaves turn
as the bridge falls
empty streets
crickets chirping, on the other side —
walk at midnight
Without any sign
a car stop even the bridge-
the road police
predawn walk –
coming of fall
in the air
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