Sediment
As morning traffic slows to a crawl, I take in roadside scenery. Dawn lights a
rusty vein of hillside ore that skips across the pass, pointing to the old
foundry perched above the Rio Grande. Oh beautiful, for spacious skies … the
hymn I learned in grammar school escapes from my lips.
shall I sing
purple mountain majesties
choking back
this blue exhaust smelted
on the highway
haikuKATHA #27, January 2024
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