South Jetty Sunday night, 7 p.m. To Rays of sun rain down set the twilight sea on fire. Gulls perch on the rocks. fishing pole in hand. Clouds set free the rain tour boats head back to port. Fisher casts again. Pink and gray collide cumulus and thunderclouds. Sun sets silently. Sun sets silently.
South Jetty Sunday night, 7 p.m. Rays of sun rain down set the twilight sea on fire. Gulls perch on the rocks. Yellow slickered man climbs across the jetty stones fishing pole in hand. Clouds release their rain tour boats head back to port. Fisher casts again. Pink and gray collide cumulus and thunderclouds. Sun sets silently.
Today, I offer a few haiku and a taste of Newport at twilight. The sky offers an ever-changing show. By the time I finished writing in my car, it was raining so hard I couldn’t see through my windshield anymore. Fifteen minutes later, the rain stopped. You can’t really see the fisherman in this photo, but he was still there when I left.
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Unleashed in Oregon 
Hooray for Haiku and you! You’ll love this. When the fellow from Restore came into Backstreet Gallery to let the gallery artists know about the art show for Earth Day where all artworks entered are to be made out of recycled materials, I was the one on duty. When I told him that I was a writer not an artist, and wouldn’t be entering. Without missing a beat, he said to write a poem on a used paper bag. So I wrote a three-stanza Haiku on a used paper bag and entered it. It won third place and Restore wants to frame it and display it. Who knew! Hooray for Haiku!
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Bravo for you and your paper bag haiku!
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