Haiku #396

with her fingers in

her mouth corners, she whistles

calling her boys home.

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*** for my late mother on the 3rd anniversary of her passing whose loud whistle would echo through our small town neighborhood and call my brother and I home ***

++ related haiku: https://worthlesspoems.wordpress.com/2020/05/24/haiku-328-329/ and https://worthlesspoems.wordpress.com/2020/05/24/haiku-327/ and https://worthlesspoems.wordpress.com/2020/05/11/haiku-321/ and https://worthlesspoems.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/haiku-226-227-paired/ and https://worthlesspoems.wordpress.com/2019/05/24/haiku-200/

Haiku #395

a man makes his point

to his wife at the table

— while her lip quivers.

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** inspired by the poem “Man in Space” by Billy Collins (a retelling in fact of the opening lines)