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not really haiku, but fun

Their backs stubbornly
faced the danger, and then were
swallowed up by it.

Frank was a good man.
She had no reason to be
unhappy with him.

They watch her struggle
to stay awake, the dolls gripped
tightly in each hand.

I just look at her.
The moonlight slides over her
face like a slow tide.

– Collaborations between my work and Haiku Finder (via).

My chapbook Edgewise contains some more deliberate haiku (and other poems, and microfiction) and is still available for pre-order.

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