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most of the firewoodstill waits its turn --maybe next Winter
raindrops smack the roofthunder rolls in the distancethe cat finds shelter
raindrops hit the roofpounding out the backbeatof nobody's favorite song
peaceful morning--the whir of a weed whackerenhances the mood
i'm cold when the a/c blowshot when it rests -- fuck it --i need coffee
eagle's nest in Springfilled with future air travelersand pescatarians
my haiku journeyis my goal -- a quality poemis not required
hungry tickbrushed to the groundrestaurant's closed
haiku practicethey don't have to be goodthey do have to be
the sign on the doorsays masks are mandatory(apparently untrue)
gold band on my keychainmeans nothingmeant nothing
sitting writing haikumy room seems cleaner--sound of children outside
standing on the pierthe water moving all around mei have to catch myself
lying on the pierhoping the bugs will find meunattractive