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The Summer After
The Summer After (as a Haiku) Outside smelled like sun and hot pine needles raining golden redemption. (variation) It smells like sun and baked pine needles and renewal. The world is still on fire in the distance, but here it’s all golden redemption. * * * (people watching) Families stream through the streets dripping sweat They pull wagons of kids and carry dragon kites Dads with bare tattooed chests Call their kids to the piñata A man with three-inch holes in his earlobes orders bubble tea for his children Blended watermelon and green apple boba Honeydew with strawberry beads Rainbow jellies in lemonade Taro with black honey tapioca And…
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Pretend Poetry
Take a topic, write a line, Choose the words, pretty and fine. Piece them together like a glass mosaic, The message won’t matter, the poet can fake it. In the depths of your mind, all swirled together, Lavender, beads, crystal and heather, All things beautiful, sights, sounds, touch, smell, Mix them together and no one can tell. That you made it all up, All the thoughts in your head, Bleed out from the ink, And your poem is dead.