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Francis Masat: Haiku

midday -  
dust motes float  
through bands of light end of the lesson -
  the last note
  still echoing
spring bouquet  
no colors left  
on my palette she leaves tomorrow -
  blossoms floating
  across a pond
dusk -  
nighthawks calling  
stars appearing  


Raised and educated in the Midwest, Francis Masat moved to Key West, Florida, after 35 years as a university professor in the Midwest and New Jersey. He now enjoys living, volunteering, and writing in a tropical setting.

His older work appears in Avant, Instructor, Liberal Education, Mathematics Magazine, Pony Tracks and Buffalo Trails, and The Pentagon.

Recent work, which reflects his Midwest roots, some new directions, and the tropics, has been accepted by Amaze, Artistry in Poetry, bottle rockets, Frog Pond, Haiku Harvest, Haiku Spirit, Heron's Nest, Illinois Times, Life in Alaska, Lynx, Mayfly, Modern Haiku, Muse, Apprentice Guild, Paper Wasp, Poetry Midwest, Prairie Poetry, Short Stuff, Solares Hill, Tiny Words, and others.


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