a red-winged blackbird sings his lively marsh song
I wander the ridge between the lake and the ocean
light wrestles shade, captures curious treasures
a canoe on the lake shore holds part of my history


a friend, dual identity, makes us in number, three
we wander the ridge between the lake and the ocean
he touches me with his red cloak, tosses it over the ocean
compressed into: flash drive, his open side, my covering


a friend, dual identity, makes us in number three
so cloaked, covered, I circle around for a vision: behind me
the canoe, now a boat, merging with the lake as all evaporates
compressed into: flash drive, his open side, my covering


is the unknown being of our number, three, the summation
of all that had ever been loved and my most beloved?
The canoe, now a boat, merges with the lake as all evaporates
the ocean is crystalline under sunlit waves


a red-winged blackbird sings a lively marsh song
hummocks of sand resonate word, feeling, life
light wrestles shade, captures curious treasures

A native Pennsylvanian, Deborah Mysiewicz, moved to New York City at an early age, attending St. Johns University (Queens), where she majored in English education, graduating with an M.A. in 1976.  That is where she met her future husband, Thomas, editor of the college magazine “Sequoya.” For more than a dozen years, she and her husband published newsletters on biology. Abandoning a high tech lifestyle, she and her husband, along with their children, worked as wild edible mushroom pickers for a number of years, and had some incredible adventures on the mushroom circuit. Her haiku have been published in “The Book of Ku” (Robert D. Reed Publishers,), and a number are in the process of being published. Deborah also contributes articles to the “Cape Blanco Heritage Journal.”