Haiku

After the rainstorm

Hanging stars on a clothesline

A nighttime project

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Cooked poetry

My hand fell over the handle

The pot’s lid trapping

the aroma of bouillabaisse before

attracting any more attention

Such a lyrical dish

has many a fish tale

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Winter Haiku

Cold breath of winter
An exhale of snow falling
Still and silent

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