“A Few Haiku (34)”

(#199)

domestic abuse
my seven-year-old self
learns to hate

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(#200)

sunflower song
a dirge for those
who shall never bloom

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(#201)

tank tracks in mud
scrawl across sunflower fields
calligraphy of war

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(#202)

spent brass shell casings
golden glitter in the streets
currency of death

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(#203)

we watch and wait
while children cry and die
thoughts and prayers are not enough

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(#204)

judgment day
we have no excuse for
what we have done

“A Few Haiku (33)”

(#193)

ursine winter’s claws
rend and tear and desecrate
yellow petals fall

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(#194)

this endless winter
memories of sunflowers
as the cities burn

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(#195)

children shall run free
in gilded sunflower fields
when this winter ends

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(#196)

glowing sunflowers
where there is light there is hope
we stand with Ukraine

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(#197)

sunflower seeds
plant the gardens of healing
watered with tears

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(#198)

cowards who start wars
shall die in ignominy
putin’s legacy