Haiku
The past, now
over;
The future, ever
not yet;
The present, ever.
Fewer words, more
work.
Please may I go on
and on?
No. Let silence
speak.
Haikoids
Four-five-three-one?
And call it
Haikoid?
Oh, why not.
Sure!
Though all is one,
here is never
there,
anywhere.
Why?
Hillside, blue
sky.
I lie down beside
my wife’s grave.
Bliss.
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