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the seen world

haiku hold the world
in seventeen syllables
tiny nest of words

pattern of our days
my neighbor revs his engine
drives off in the dark

birds start to gossip
in bare trees, in the still dark
possible robins

though what do I know
about bird calls? It could be
anyone at all

what I can tell you
is this world wants to be seen
be here to see it

2 responses »

  1. Love the “nest of words” 🙂 And the birds.

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