Spring mists cascading
Gently upon rows of green
Overpriced groceries

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Pink train cars
Like cherry blossoms
Going fast

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The herald angel
Trumpets with God-given strength
His nose on tissue

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Spring breeze weathers stone
Man huffs, furiously blows
His nose remains stuffed

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Bird watching wanting
to see, cheap binoculars,
more than what I have

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Large supple honkers
Frantic bid to see the pair
of Canada Geese

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Lone patch of pink in
The green quilted canopy
Last cherry blossom

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Leviathan ribs
Jut, piercing through the asphalt
Rust-bitten bridges

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Waiting for the bus
In the middle of the night
This cold March morning

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Chungking girl
Wakes up before me
Brown-haired, gone