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Haiku

cold moon— moss covers his name on the gravestone   © Martha Magenta cattails April 2017 http://www.cattailsjournal.com/issues/cattails_APRIL2017_copy3.pdf     sparkling cider a busker blows stars into the sky beaver moon the wind makes a heap of pine cones our voices … Continue reading

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