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Flu Haikus #29-34

picture perfect day
doesn’t fool me at all:
flu again!

amber winged glory

monarch in kingdom of colour

pointedly gazing

ancestor shaman-brujo-bards
still casting spells
as sky-dancing cloud dragons

I speak
in wordless living language
read my vowels and consonants….

We come and we go

Stopping and starting like thieves

Caught by their mothers

a primeval pond
leaping frog disappears into
a single solitary plop!

irreverent pirate
plundering foreign fields for wisdom
forever blowing bubbles

The constantly humming refrigerator

Knows no future

Birdsong is heart breaking

That white noise in the ears….

Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going-
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.