Freeway overpass–
Blossoms in graffiti on
fog-wrapped June mornings

M.R. Collins

The morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
— I step over it

D. McCroskey

They’ve gone…
Where the beach umbrella was
the sand not quite so hot

Dhugal Lindsay

Quiet around the point; ducks;
up down birches
helicopter

Thomas Grieg

The summer river;
Although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water

Shiki Masaoka