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Diana Webb

To Be

It is like moving through mist. For a moment something seems to come into focus then disappears.

tree with bronze leaves 
a wand to conjure it
make it vanish

A sense of knowing where you’re going as you reach out and touch each signpost.

tree with bronze leaves
there it is again
again

You come to the edge of a shiny surface and almost slipping you think you recognise a murky image.

tree with bronze leaves
resembles a scarecrow
resembles no one

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Diana Webb edits the Time Haiku journal and runs a haiku group in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, where she lives. She enjoys running haibun workshops.