One flower rides
down into the grave
with the dead.
One flower lights
the faces
of newlyweds.
One flower fades
when Tao
breathes upon it.
Each flower marks
a turning point.
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Inside each scar, clots
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Elderly, slowly.
[Disposable Haiku January 4, 2016]
Dr. Mike
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