In the falling snow
A laughing boy holds out his palms
Until they are white
- robert white
Factory whistle screeching
this thousand-eyed body
sits in tall grass
- paul reps
i like both of them quite a bit. the language in both pull the reader into the setting. they are also more... unique. no raindrops on cherry blossoms or lily pads on a pond. the second haiku even conveys a mechanical, insect-like movement in it that burns away any cliche tranquility.
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