Feet buried in
sand;
waves
effervesce in sunlight;
seagulls chase
white foam.
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Warm, sweet
berries burst!
A sweeter
counterpoint of
brown sugar
and—Bliss!
I thought about explaining my haiku about these memories, but I realized that explaining means I don't think my poems did a good enough job, so... Let's hope they did & I don't have to.
