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Haikus 2019(Mar 25th, 2020 at 12:15:29 AM)
Like pre-spring flowers
I emerge not quite prepared
for the sudden chill.

The rain reminds me
that good friends are hard to find.
The snow, that they're not.

The dusk-colored tea
from leaves over-steeped, and a
due-date come and gone.

Is this the real world?
If not, why does the wind blow
so fiercely at times?

The whoo-ooo of wind
is nature’s version of your
vowel experiments.

You suck the green beans
until the seeds split the pod.
Parents do their best.

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