xxvi
old mango tree
timelessly birthing
deliciousness
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xxvii
sweet basil and mint
gasping for a cool cocktail
no ice in the fridge
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xxviii
just when you’re thinking
the heat will finish you off
the trees exhale
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echoes from emptiness 
excellent, all three – especially xxvii; haiku-esque poems are so good for just reading and running, leaving a tang somewhere in the retina
Thank you Mark! I like that – “reading and running”, yet with a flash of ‘suchness’ that lingers…
I love that the trees are breathing out – a whole new world/story opened
Oh! How splendid. That’s exactly what these minimalist groupings of words called haiku can (ideally) do – open up a new vista.
Thank you Nina. x
Just wanted to let you know how fortunate I feel to have discovered your blog a few years ago…beautiful expressions!
What a dear you are, Tam, to take the time to leave such a kind comment. Thank you. It’s heart-warming to know you appreciate the varied ‘echoes’ that find their way to this blog… 🙂