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Sometimes night arrives earlier than expected & trees dance slowly & sadly to the wind from a river not very far from this house. Sometimes murmurs tell stories of drunkards & lost teens begging for beer & the occasional sleeping dog lying

while the wind laughs at them & the trees slowly dance away. The night comes earlier this time, & the storyteller has another drink.

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.