Insight

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A haiku does not have a title since

Its subject hides, not wanting to be named.

The reader’s sensibilities evince

The tacit notes performed, the topic framed

But like a vacuum* inside a square

Of gold of leaves and blossoms and of fruit

With honeybees.  The reader’s mind must snare

The meaning more as if the lines are mute

And spoken by a silent mime whose moves

Are all but veiled as if they are some white

On white insignia:  unicorn hooves’

White marks on mulberry silk, slight, slight, slight.

  We think of Bletchley Park and subtle brains,

    With haikus peeking in through windowpanes.

*three syllables

~ Phillip Whidden