Haiku, Day 28

Warm wind blows with the taste
of dust, rattling the palm trees,
roaring like high surf.

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Haiku, Day 23

She smiles  — her face creases,
fold after fold, valley after valley, a life mapped
by  laughter —

 

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edited 3/17/14

She smiles at me — her face creases ^, into
fold after fold, valley after valley, the map of a life ^fmapped
^by full of laughter —