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Canal haiku
It’s sandal season—
you bring back a blister
from the canal.
Light from the water
plays on the steel girders.
A train’s screeching wheels.
Leading a crew
of gnomes and potted plants,
the jolly roger.
After the canal boat passes,
the huge floating leaf
reverses course.
Lowering their heads in threat
again and again: geese
with a single gosling.
Where the high-speed