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The R, I, P keys / faded from typing tribute / to those who have died.
The sixty-nine club / gained two great members this week / unfortunately.
Awoke to sad news / the first day in many years / bereft of Stardust.
The New Year arrives / old demons darken doorways / blocking ways to change.
Artificial pause / a normal day, repurposed / to contemplate self.
Luminaries lit / celebrate end, beginning / circle of life, time.
I know this pain well / of being pulled out of dreams / to reality.
Fantastic machines / hallucination engines / dream generators.
The weather forecast / an ill wind blowing, cloudy / a chance of bullets.
Words, guns, religions / in the hands of bad people / terrible weapons.
Sunrise viewed / through the ice crystals / on my car.
Swan song of the leaves / a final act of beauty / then fall to their death.
Yet another day / joins its predecessors to / live in infamy.
View of morning sky / through leaves, twisted limbs of old / Japanese maple.
All the characters / some fearsome, some fabulous / out to play today!
October cricket / rubs his thin legs together / keeping himself warm.
Foliage colors / across the still lake water / lit by the dawn sky.
Dawn below freezing / sudden, chilling reminder / winter follows fall.
The proud red maples / their faces first to redden / as they take their leave.
Autumn’s faded hues / at season’s end replacing / Summer’s brilliant blues.
Though it ain’t over / till it’s over, apparently / it’s over today.
Bumble bee observed / pollinating all flowers / without prejudice.
There is nothing coy / about appetites, desires / of ravenous koi.
Ahead, the bald man / top down, smoke, phone, loud music / for me to enjoy.
Scurvy elephant / his next adventure outside / erroneous zones.
Those who crave horror / of Craven now can only / repeat past horrors.
Wild grapevines / ate the yard when I / looked away.
When re-lit, the grill / begins a heated debate / with last night’s remnants.
Inglorious weed / morning glory grows towards / a glorious end.
Our father, whose art / in heaven, hallowed be thine / aim, thy kingdom punned.
Thanks to all / who sacrificed all / for us all.
Looking at the bowl / full of fava beans wishing / for nice Chianti.
Tiny, mighty ash / tree breaks through the metal gate / growing undaunted.
I gazed at the dawn / of a cloudy day in May / uneventfully.
Lilac in full bloom / is its flower or fragrance / the more beautiful?
Cool morning / rain washes away / pollen dust.
Some haiku / about my haiku / and senryu.
Lucille’s voice / now stilled, she only / sang duets.
Article written / in the newspaper about / my haiku writing.
Untimely / departures, loved ones / leave too soon.
One writer writing / about another writer / who wrote about him.
Mothers, stepmothers / foster, adoptive, loving / maternal — thank you!
Looked at my children / I could see my reflection / as well as their own.
The white birch / in bloom, photobombs / giant spruce.
My black car dusted / by lust of various trees / cross-pollinated.
Her hand in protest / loving father is dismissed / like paparazzi.
Grey day, then one more / indistinguishable greys / fifty shades of blah.
Cold day lamenting / the return of the lion / bitter and biting.
The epidemic / the needle ends another / ravaged life too soon.
Car coated in frost / as March reminds us coldly / winter’s not yet done.
On the mountaintop / my shadow starts at the top / ends at the bottom.
Whether and whither / the weather, we wonder and / wander, unknowing.
People came and went / cold morning snow set about / covering their tracks.
Sun rays of false hope / bright, bitter day, defenseless / against cutting cold.
I meditated / on my heart, astonished by / what it said to me.
Champagne aftermath / a row of empty glasses / one glass left half full.
This is a test of / the emergency haiku / network, please stay tuned.
Reminded / to feel, speak, today / thankfully.
Aging in our cask / until casket, distilling / life into spirit.
Expressing their grief / little wrists tattooed with his / number and nickname.

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