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Haiku - Boston
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cynical springtime: birdsong, green shoots, sunshine but you are not convinced September 11 changes everything -- but still sun shines on water spring fever looms but the wind blows cold across water buds blossom under snow each morning, the maroon Nissan tells me Dios te ama everyone has frowns in these crowded trains -- but hers has a permanent look morning sun and haze paint the bridge like a picture - one I pass daily miracle of air blown between bare branches - black and beautifully stark branches draped in snow melting drops baptise your face the sun melts it all Send in your own haiku |
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