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Haiku Sunday – Party
“Party”
All dressed up in clothes
adorable. We hope you
don’t spit up on them.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Wonder
“Wonder”
We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
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Haiku Sunday – Territory
“Territory”
Invisible lines
demarcating two driveways.
Do we need signs, too?
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Haiku Sunday – Edits
“Edits”
Scratches in graphite,
mark each grammatical sin.
My sins have no end.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Voice
“Voice”
First breath with a wail;
a gentle sigh with mom’s touch;
cooing greets the world.
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Haiku Sunday – 30
“30”
Thirty years on,
and I forget my age more
than fret over it.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Toast
“Toast”
How can a few words
or seventeen syllables
capture a man’s life?
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Haiku Sunday – Gone
“Gone”
You were a shadow,
lingering despite time, but
your true self shone through.
Steve D
Traveler’s Haiku – Pyramid
“Pyramid”
Skeletal ranges
rise over a desert gem
filled with hidden life.
Steve D
