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Six Haiku

Thick books satisfy -
a fat sandwich packed
with madmen, lovers.

Phone call

A call from my son.
I hear him smile down the phone.
The house seems warmer.

frozen puddles snap
like toffee; ice cream cones melt
to fir trees; lawns to lace.

The road shines with frost.
I walk stiff legged and afraid.
Doggy Fourlegs trots smugly.

Where are my friends  ? I
miss them. How can I laugh alone ?
Weeping is too easy

Not the man I was
yesterday, nor the stranger
I shall meet tomorrow.


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