Three Haikus and one more
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Last published Fri, Mar 18, 2016
OCEAN
mother of mr sun
at dawn; pioneer among
the prostitutes.
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RAIN
Barren sod vanished
like a stilleto through flesh
saplings sprouted.
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MOBILE TRAINS
In trains people talk
to invisible lis'ners;
intermin'ble, loud.
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