senryu cluster (April 30th)

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swirl of brown wind

my son

comes out to me

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powerwashing

i 

shrug 

off

a

fallen

leaf

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café lunch—his spice colored coat fits too too snugly

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Gibsom St—full of shops full of greedy folks 

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afternoon funeral procession
bowed dandelion heads

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someone give me liquor' 
refrain playing 
in my mind 

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