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Friday Haiku

  After morning rain The dawn smells of espresso Not unlike my mind The sun reappears By midday clouds burn away birds chase the new bugs afternoons sunny but usual winds arrive ruining summer swells

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No stopping them

brightly lit morning

The light

The flowers and the rain

countless waves

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surfing in a bathtub

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