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Haiku #46

I am a leaf on

The wind, watch how I soar; he

Smiled at her and died.

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Tanka #19

Nobody gets me,

He mumbled to himself. Zoë

Comes closest to it.

But if she didn’t love me

Would she really understand?

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Haiku #47

The dinosaurs are

Friends, to ward of loneliness

He feels in the Black.

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Haiku #48

Children!?!? Those rug rats,

Knee biters, takers of time.

Maybe Zoë’s right.

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Haiku # 49

Flying is his peace,

Zoë is his passion, no

Peace there – he smiles wide.

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Haiku #50

Flying is his life;

His home, his income, his wife.

Flying is his life.

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Haiku #51

He landed safely.

His last thought was of his wife;

She was down safely.

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Haiku #52

No one can touch his

Lamby-toes; this he knew from

Before she was his.

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Tanka #20

Mal’s insensitive,

Uncaring, unruly and

Most of the time, right.

His worst quality is his

Devotion to my dear Zoë.

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Haiku #53

Niska brought out my

Worst, or as Mal said to me;

I played what he dealt.