Chop the garlic he said. I like it pungent.
No I said, reaching for the press. I like it delicate.
I love you he said but you need to know the knife adds an element of
control.
Precisely I said, picking up the press.
spring thaw
the sound of shoots
pushing through
—Previously appears in Into the Light, a collection of haibun and haiku (Mountains and Rivers Press, 2014) which tied for first place in the 2015 Haiku Society of America’s Mildred Kanterman Book Awards; republished here by permissions from author and publisher
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Harriot West
