A great deal of peace
The Western sunset offered
But lunch, what of lunch
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Drought: A Haiku
If there were ever.
A time. To call. To The Clouds.
I bid, move your lips.
Before dusk, Fairfield, CA; July, 2015
A great deal of peace
The Western sunset offered
But lunch, what of lunch
If there were ever.
A time. To call. To The Clouds.
I bid, move your lips.
Before dusk, Fairfield, CA; July, 2015
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