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Haiku

Jim Morgan

Too Late

Mowing spring grass
I see a woodcock
beneath tall clover



When the Trees Are Filled with Poets in Colorful Costumes Feeding Their Young

A summer of leaves
speaking in tongues:
Go away. Please come.



Judith Benét Richardson

The old man's shopping list:
whiskey, cat food,
chocolate ice cream