Late Night Haiku XXVIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 5:19 AM

LXXVIII. Oh strange breeze
That blew past me four years ago,
Let thy wind return.

LXXIX. A flea fled to me,
And then I was Donne away,
How much past has past.

LXXX. Familiar autumn,
Lean thy kind embrace on me.
Hint again of then.

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