May 24th 2016

My 200th haiku. I feel as if they might begin to create a unified work.
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crickets
····on a May evening—the silence of distant
········lightning
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All day today, the sun and clouds took turns. The blue sky was sometimes only half visible through the gray and purple sheets of rainfall—my favorite kind of weather. The clouds are a glittering white and a moody darkness beneath. I stick my bare feet beyond the porch roof and the water is warm. By evening, mists rise from the greening valleys and mountainsides.
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200 May 24th 2016 | bottlecap
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