Three Haiku – July 16, 2018

Let’s speak in whispers

Tell me of your hopes and hurts

Until the sun rises.

*****

Young men sing brave songs

And talk of revolution

Spring night cigarettes

*****

The air smells of salt

Sand dunes dusted with fresh snow

I hear the cold waves

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