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Haiku 31
Dying alone? Well,
what is it but dying, plain,
plus a codicil?
She told me to leave
and I’m the only witness
to one good deed done.
Those bedbugs again,
spread through our laundry room grime
whom shall they favor?
Summer sensation
dry lower lip pulls back from
sticky incisors.
The old man’s left hand,
top of the driver’s headrest
slight shake as brakes squeak.
She ties on a branch