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| Bigelow Gulch, Spokane, Washington |
Seven Haiku
Bulging clouds linger
on the horizon beyond
staring back at me.
Purple clematis
Climb trellises on the fence
Clinging for dear life.
The morning sun oozes
over the younger mountain
for a moment’s stretch.
Turkeys, young and old,
roll red apples down the street,
peck holes in each one.
Lurking red skies paint
disappearing evening light
with highlights and hues.
Primordial giants
stretching beyond heaven’s gates
whisper somber cries.
Pedals of pure white
a canopy of daises
dancing at sunset.
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| Red Sky Loop, Cheyenne, Wyoming |
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