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Poems

This week’s offering is a variation of last week’s haiku, or at least is inspired by it. Enjoy!

Dead trees
arranged temporarily
into cabins

Trees grow in the rain
outside another cabin
constructed of trees

Ten thousand birds,
one song:
“Here I am.”

On the street
a rain-swollen gutter
below wind-blown soil

A sky with no clouds
skittering past midsummer
like a dragon’s breath