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January 24, 2019 by PrairieChat

Farmyard

purple martins dive
through swarms of hovering gnats
-windmill’s stopped turning

sunbeams dry the last few spots
on forgotten rusted rails

-cj holm

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Dew, Haiku, martin, Tanka, Windmill | Leave a comment

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