7/26/2010

why fight

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why fight
for the last word ?
summer heat





My neighbours are at it again,
and all the windows are open ...



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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Such a lovely humour in your haiku.
Reminds me of Issa's work.
SB

Anonymous said...

Love this one.... it's an excellent example of show, don't tell! I can feel the heaviness of the heat, the ennui.
D.

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