April 3rd 2017

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going
····but not returning—footprints in an April’s snow-
········storm
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Today was in the mid-fifties. The snow was turned into a thick and wet melting. Rivulets were full of water and rills flowed over mud and matted grass. I heard something I hadn’t heard a long while—the voice and laughter of children in a playground after school. That would make a good haiku. I was already thinking up the haiku before I was stopped short. That haiku has already been written:
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snow melts
····and the village is flooded
········by children
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~ Issa
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Bare Tree on Snow (Block Print)
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93 April 3rd 2017 | bottlecap
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