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Ten Thousand Haiku | 27 Years of 17-syllable Days

27 years of 17-syllable days

Posted on 29 August 2020

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Creek bed only mud:
As we cross the wooden bridge
A loose slat pops up

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Published by: Calvin Olsen

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