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  • Gary Hunter

5 haiku - May 29, 2022

it rained late last night

leaves cleaned green and dripping wet

a dog shakes itself

the pen’s side of life

same struggle for survival

poems find heroes

the big black raven

perches and picks at the trash

gossip you can’t hear

hear the mockingbird

that master of mimicry

do I have a song?

through a clouded sky

sunlight strikes the lily’s bloom

suddenly good news


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