Watching
Watching a lot of dead people
moving around, finding a table.
The heavy glass separates
the booth and the tables
from inside and sidewalk.
As the food carried by life
and served with a smile.
She hasn’t learned to give
up her breaths of hope quite yet.
Watching and waiting and eating.
Watching the gray faces of tired eyes,
I see my reflection in the glass,
praying I will never get there.
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Haiku

Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
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The Wind is Speaking
The wind is speaking
The morning night
A whispered breeze
A rhythmic quietThe wind is speaking
A gentle wake
The limbs carry
The boughs breakStars hang
A sparrow sings
A morning sighs
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