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Autumn afternoon—
a shaman with sagging breasts
consults the oak trees.
 
 
Freight trains rumble by
before and after midnight—
I lose hours of sleep.
 
 
Why would I follow
an overcrowded pathway
when the margins call?
 
 
ten dozen swallows
swooping over the rooftops—
antics at twilight
 
 
I draw close to you,
but you turn your back to me—
autumn solitude.
 
 
Autumn afternoon—
how can I prune the roses
with dull secateurs?

 
 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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