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This haiku was inspired while i was riding a bus on my way home. I met this beautiful stranger. I never saw her again.

dews gathering strength weighing down the blades of grass waiting perfect fall.

its like his hotdog perfectly seamless and red-- embracing my son.

to be late for work donned my snickers and blue jeans finding nirvana.

waiting for mother white-gray moths hide the plum moon from my half-lid eyes.

canvass swirls deep red reviving a love story from mid-summers dream.

forest canopy blue-green iridescense stills minds muffled mayhem.

For Zen during his birthday. I was away.

In viridian hue summer leaves bask in full sun stretching clearer charts.

for Arlene