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Rebecca Saxon, US
 

 

 

 

Haiku

 

snow piles in the yard—
she places the black felt hat
on his cold round head

 

 

coastal highway—
the moon slowly trailing me
winks in the mirror

 

 

the cricket washes
dust from his travels—
evening dew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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