Betty Kaplan, BKaplan297 at aol.com
Retired from the Fashion Industry. Used to arrange clothes. Now arranging words. Started to write haiku five years ago. Published in Frogpond, Lynx, Woodpecker, South by Southeast World Haiku Review and American Tanka.
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lost
in a snowbank
diamond solitare
betty, strange (those puddles), and what inevitably finds their way to them
rinsing today’s meal —
brown grackle
bath in the same murky puddle
in a tide pool
moving among sea urchins
the careful moon
a mermaid
caught in the tide pool–
cunning moon
a puddle
two frogs’
love pool
independence day
i don’t believe a word
the president mangles
veteran’s day
the president comforts
the dead boy’s mother
over coffee–
glistening through the mist
yesterdays sunrise