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I am pleased to say
that those who have passed my way
grew into haiku

Green leaves touch their toes
as the wind blows these trees' clothes
and they brush their hair

I wonder what birds
think of our music-less
plain and awkward speech

"Look, a pretty bird."
The young boy sees and chases
Mother keeps walking

Talk and talk and talk
It would serve us well to pause
Breathe, listen, and be

Before going back
I photograph the moment
safely in my soul

I can't stay here now
but can visit any time
If i remember

There is only G-d
I think, breathing in and out
There is only G-d

The first poet? G-d
The first poem? Creation
And then man followed

Writing poetry
can make you late or on time
It's all point of view