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No, no, not this tap—
ants busy winter hoarding
yesterday's tidbits.

                             Who, knee over the knee,
                             in my porch on rainy morn,
                             reads the newspaper?

Step lightly beneath
this cherry tree—feasting time,
seven nightingales!

                             Keep those gates closed please...
                             don’t you see?--
                             ants troop dancing on its top!

Rainclouds gallop high
fast we run laughing, panting...
who will reach home first?

                             On my palms the kitten
                             purred, snuggling—pulse
                             upon beating pulse
                             we purred.

Slumped the mahout sleeps
astride the tired elephant—
festivities done…
Some of these pieces i feel may be haikus...
Wish you like them...
 Feb 2016 luis r santos
chris
o
 Feb 2016 luis r santos
chris
o
you left footprints
all along the
beaches of
my heart
 Feb 2016 luis r santos
chris
 Feb 2016 luis r santos
chris
whatever
       we are, i still
             remember the way
   we were
Who knew that eyes could hunger?
Mine were starving,
Devouring the sight of you in
Darting, unblinking eyes.
Drawing you in like
Parched lips to a dewy glass.
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