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Morning Sitting: Double haiku
MORNING SITTING
Three times three is nine
Three nines are twenty-seven
Pigeon on repeat
In the far distance
An American war bird
Slashes the still air
Winter Winds
WINTER WINDS
An absence of birds
Breath a sharp edge of silence
With the taint of bleach
Punk Birds
PUNK BIRDS
Spring blooms with new lives
Skuas emulate James Dean
They’re cruising for chicks
Passing Clouds
PASSING CLOUDS
I spent the morning in heaven
I spent the afternoon in hell
In the evening I sat in the garden
Serenely sipping lemon tea
And listening to the birds
Migrants
Jan 3
Posted by Ben Naga
MIGRANTS
Come Autumn geese form
An arrow – A reminder
“Go inward, upward”
Come Spring (If they’ve not been shot)
They shall see how far we’ve come
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