in their casements windows shake — the candles don’t match
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View Articlegranite spall baked in the sun – a hatch of vipers
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View Articlebeside the hot air grate a red cup for spare change
View ArticleJune inside the court the magistrate blots his brow
View Articleletters from a cedar chest these spots don’t look old
View ArticleMount Fuji looms the silent owls sing the sweetest Adapted from a verse generated by The Genuine Haiku Generator: brambly pink sober owls sputtering crestfallen pure cheeky songbird
View Articlea finger of blue-black smoke – the crow quits her branch
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