Cornish haiku

where the dog threw up
at the edge of the road
early morning gulls

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the incoming tide
a ground beetle rotates
on its back

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through a gap in the hedge
as we flash past
a partridge and her chicks

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village museum
retired fishermen gaze
at their old nets

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rain in the campground
a girl hops back to her tent
on one foot

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the sun comes out
a tiny spider rappels
from the brim of my hat

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over there by the car park
a band practices songs
from World War I

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in the still forest
one limb is swaying
boys on a rope swing

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evening cottage
the whippet’s thin hind leg
glows orange in the sunset

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listening to an owl
pale magnolia blossoms
as big as our faces

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