City Haiku

I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.

In Hickory shade

I complain of being old

without some sunlight

City tree barren

as barren as the city

where I have found pace

Even this old bench

moves slightly every season

as I take a seat

Many colored lights

different colors different day

a life of refraction

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