Solitude for Breakfast
Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.
About this poem
“Why do you take so many pictures?”
Because they help me remember. This one is from Cape Cod. I relax just looking at it.
Tom
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Quarry House 
Perfect! Those who obsess about structure of Haiku and Haibun dont get it …my feelings…whatdaIknow?
My friend and fellow poet Kate Rantilla gave me that term, shorting. Took all the pressure off of fitting structure, and letting the words just speak. I understand the purpose of structure, and it works for many. Justs not me