March 2017
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
the child I was
singsongs the silence
still to come
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
beginning
at the root
of its tail
the mouse's long
and sad tale
thins out at its end
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here and now
poets crafting haiku
of blossoms and the moon
while before our eyes
one falls to extinction
one is lost to smog
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darkening scent
crickets swell the night
with sweet nothings