Haiku that might as well have been purchased at Walmart

for Constance Turner: happy birthday :P

Nowhere: there’s a crowd;
strip mall, golden sun governs –
senseless life abounds.

Fallen change lounges
all bake in the after noon –
the smell of asphalt –

moon’s quiet silver
upon fresh, fragrant roses –
that sense of freedom –


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