Seeing Your Vision: Shared Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

A friend called me from Washington State. She usually writes haiku about what she sees on her drive to work, but this morning, she couldn’t, so she described it to me in a phone call. This haiku is the result:
Branched fingers grope t’ward/
morn’s fogged sunlight. I see your/
phoned distant vision.

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