Wheeling in slow arcsthe gannet's searchlight eyes scan
through the waves.
Prey sighted,
wings tuck back,
shape refined to dart -
vertical nose dive -
Strike.
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The patterns of our memory are shaped by vivid moments which we can recall like photographs even though the surrounding events are lost to us. Photographs trap moments of time and in a different way so do haiku. Both can be distillations of truth;both fascinate me.
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