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Monday, May 31, 2010

Five Peaces


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.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeMay 31, 2010 at 11:22 PM

    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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