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Thinking in haikus (3)

The austere sun gaping its
      hungry mouth: unfrozen streets,
         hushed voices.

Thin gauze of floodlight,
     birds in wedding fever, boughs
        rotating lifeward.

Young insects dashing, daring,
     thin cellular membrane of
        hope pulsates.



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