seeing my dentist
of twenty years
on the beach
I recognize
his eyes
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Sally Biggar
Sally Biggar lives in the mid-coast region of Maine. Little did she know 30 years ago, when she moved to the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, that she would eventually find herself inexorably drawn, like a salmon, back to her birthplace, to fields ringed with stone walls, a granite coastline, fresh-water lakes and flaming fall foliage. She draws inspiration for her poetry from daily walks with her husband and eavesdropping anywhere, all the time. She began writing haiku in 2010, but now primarily writes tanka, which have appeared most recently in red lights, Eucalypt, Ribbons, GUSTS and Moonbathing.
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Nice work. He probably recognizes your teeth. :)
So funny a haiku!
afternoon waves~~~
the falling sun
shadows the sand
How fun your haiku. What David said is true I think. At a party, my dentist recognized my teeth when I smiled. Loved this one.
As I see above, Sally, a nifty tanka; that "on the beach" link… from one time, to another. _m