Haikus 14.3.20

Worry

worry hangs and sags
around the folds of my wrinkles
and my silver hairs

Street

my soliloquy
hidden in silent gesture
and blank street banter

West

at the seasons change
look to the west wind’s foibles
the panic of gulls

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