Bob Herring’s haiku travels time, space and memory. Then it settles.
Editor’s Note: This poem fits in those spaces between where we have something and where we’re scrambling around looking for it. And it’s in this confusion, this state of unknowing, where I felt the poem nestle into something beautiful. The narrator is looking, the trees are sharing and they all — all of all — are sitting together and exchanging. This is a poem worth returning to.
Looking for my friendsThe trees that share their storyTogether we sit
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