Our pond ice,
but one town away, father
and son fish.
Across their pond,
a single fisherman's bright orange
jacket shouts hello!
Their pond reflecting
blue sky, wind speeding clouds:
one shared Spring.
Not shared here,
one town away, I wait;
our pond waits.
NOTE: A lune is a simplified form of haiku. It counts words instead of syllables: 3, 5, 3. Here I strung together 4 'lune' verses.
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