Summer Haiku | Chapter 12 | Breath

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little dipper
she asks for a kiss on her
faded scab

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two hummingbirds
fencing swords in a whir?
truce?

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crab fisherman casting
nets and rumors

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cooling winds —
pink moth carried to
the strawberry patch

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August afternoon
residents sitting around
the wall of fans

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