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Scott Metz

Seven “Contemporary Haiku”


the only
blue is
a bucket
being carried


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the factory’s mouth opens a little seagull


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which window is
raining which window
inhales a house


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a wind wounded blue crows are crows


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here’s a feather
stuck to the sky or
is it your blood


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thinking of what the leaves look brighter


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   gutting the mosquito
of its ocean
   and the light

     
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