I'm starting to understand: the mother I grew up with isn’t here now ― only the stranger who stands by the ringing phone and cannot remember what she is supposed to do with it.
clinging to the pine bough
but gone as well ―
cicada
by Roger Jones
New Braunfels, Texas
first published in Modern Haiku, V38, N1, Winter/Spring 2007
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