Moon slipping out of clouds– the scent of smoke from mountain forest fires           Windblown curtain– from a fold, a white moth flutters out into moonlight   by Rebecca Lilly, from A New Resonance 2: Emerging Voices            in English-Language Haiku  (Jim Kacian, Dee Evetts, eds., Red Moon Press, 2001) credits: … Continue reading where there’s smoke (thinking of So. Cal. friends)