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It's late
And I'm thinking of you
I hope you dream of me
And realize you love me
11:11
Strange sounds in the night
A lofty conclave of owls
Meet in their sanctum
While camping with my wife last summer I was awoken by a sound I couldn't identify. I walked deeper into the woods and found, in the beam of my flashlight, a gathering of owls staring down at me with large, alien eyes. I felt elated to see these magnificent birds in the wild, but knew that I was trespassing on a gathering I couldn't fully understand.
Strike keys like matches
Posts like sparks on dry kindling
Set the world aflame
I wrote this little haiku shortly before I left social media.
Clumps of tomatoes
Jewels of Judy’s labor
Gleaming in the sun
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