,
a flock of
black telephones
mute
on the lake
in the morning
.
winter dusk
out of a tree
glazed with crows
falls a black telephone
.
his fluttering heart
the black telephone
rises
.
black telephone,
the latest casualties
.
parallel lines finally meet the black telephone
.
Red Dragonfly 
just a voice in a black telephone winter rain
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spring rain black telephones sprouting up everywhere
Nice one
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Good stuff Melissa!
I like these, Melissa. I’m reminded of Ban’ya Natsuishi’s Flying Pope haiku, but these have a flavor of their own. Bill K
Interesting comparison, I’ll have to think on that, Bill…