Senryu
a flash of silver
minnows argue like old men
always over nought.
Haiku
white sand, shifting light,
a prayer of small silver fish.
the deep blue answers.
Senryu
they scatter like thoughts
too many to name or hold
but still, I listen
Haiku
silver threads of light
weave through silence and shadow—
a school drifts deeper
Written for SenHai Saturday, #28 Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

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