Statistics

By Damien Knight

My concern for her
Vietnam, ever growing
I see her silent

Is she silent now
Because she has acertained
The truth from fictions?

I watch my numbers.
I still wonder what fate brings,
but she won’t need me.

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Season Haikus

By Cera Knapp

Fall

Leaves turning colors
Dropping with each gust of wind
Fall days come quickly

Winter

It is very cold
Snow flakes falling on the ground
Rolling in the snow

Spring

Flowers blooming bright
Many bees come for pollen
Sun is shining down

Summer

The sun is so hot
The sun is shining so bright
Hot, bright, hot, bright, hot