A cool stream
running over hot feet.
A bird singing
at just the right moment.
The horizon
at the far edge of the ocean.
A land flowing
with milk and honey.
The smell of rain
on parched ground.
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Corrective
There is no ocean
Where oil clogs the wetlands, and
Soon no horizon.
[Disposable Haiku May 31, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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