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 Apr 2015 John smith
Kate Lion
haiku
 Apr 2015 John smith
Kate Lion
i'll pluck poetry
from the flowerbeds to read.
you are not alone.
I am
A street without a name
A pictureless frame
A dull knife
A still life

I am
A question mark
A smothered spark
An unread book
A stolen look

I am
A blank page
An empty stage
A heavy sigh
A passer-by

I am
A ship with paper sails
A train on rusted rails
A flightless bird
A Dream Deferred

I am
An overcrowded mind
A word that hasn't been defined
A lighthouse that no longer stands
Two feet sinking in the sand.

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