Six Haiku at Sunrise 1. Wires stretched across the horrible beautiful sky, sending love and hate. 2. Utility pole, electric crucifix, stands in the blood-orange air. 3. Globe willow next door, revived from traumatic death, buds in the sunrise. 4. My neighborhood sky stretching to infinity, blue, orange, pink, gold. 5. The sun itself clears the cold horizon and shoots its rays through bruised clouds. 6. My window open, the cold morning air strangely suffused with warm thoughts.

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