Haiku
5-7-5
Haiku
September 14, 2020
Three Haiku
Fifty-five and fog –
Sun slowly burns hole in sky.
Demanding respect.
Just off the lakeshore.
Duck with a tap flap landing –
comes to rest alone.
Like a Dr. Suess book.
I see two cranes then three cranes.
Cranes are a redux.
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