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Haiku #39

Disinfectant clean

Once defined his passion;

Now it’s engine grease.

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Tanka #15

His heart was closed off,

Devotion to his sister

Was his obsession.

Nothing would get in his way;

He fought hard, she won.

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Tanka #16

Being proper was

Him showing her his respect.

In the black it counts

More than she would like it to;

He shows what he cannot say.

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Haiku #40

He cannot have what

She offers; he must defend

His damaged sister.

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Haiku #41

He’s fastidious,

It puzzles him why her feet

Are not offensive.

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Tanka #17

He’s lonely and scared,

Nothing in his life is left

Except for River;

His beautiful, talented,

Troubled, sweet little sister.

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Haiku #42

No one understands;

His life is over as far

As he can foresee.

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Tanka #18

There is a lightness

In his heart. An engine room:

Dirty, greasy, open.

The exact opposite of

Where he would choose for their tryst.

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Haiku #43

She shakes in his arms,

He cries with her pain; knowing

He can do nothing.

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Haiku #44

The bullet hit him

And he saw her becoming

Now his protector.