Collected Haiku #45

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hey baby, let's go
check out my lunar mansion
got a trampoline

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a dream conduit
is always weary, for the
visions never cease

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practiced hands recall
ten thousand humble hours
minus calluses

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am I a poet?
wet cement words fill haiku
identity vague

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love, not a bland noun
rather a verb of action
as details matter

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(e)HAPPYBUCKET
CEO of poetry
what, there's no limo?

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humility rope
is how I catch myself with
every proud misstep

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love with strings attached
is a sky of dancing kites
and no one flies free

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rocks in bitter stream
a willingness to endure
buddha: life is change

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