Wild grass
Burn the desert
In sand and clay
The rabbit stays
In the shade
Of the fire plume
The quail runs
Away from
Its burned feathers
Dry brush
Still on the hill
Rain on the way
September 23, 2019
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
It
is monsoon season in Arizona and the skies have opened to pour all the water
they can hold. Flooding happens quickly when the ground is so dry for so long.
I was reading Haikus by Matsuo Basho circa 1680s. After a few line, ”Haiku
sounded like “coucou” and I thought of the roadrunner, one of the most
recognizable birds of the desert, moving in short but fast runs like a Haiku.
So,
decided to try a few short runs of my own upon the empty screen.
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