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Dec 2018
4 haïkus across the laverie

Sun is on the stone
Wind on my face in dukedom
Seagulls glide above

Clothes are being washed
Below Caen’s castle stone walls
The wind brisk, face lit

Empty bench for bones
Aching from forceful moving
I rest in the sun

Towers and steeples
Golden over grey traffic
Two worlds touch yet not.
AnyesC
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   Bobby Copeland
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