HAIKUS by Northrop Puckett
from his book Scenes on the Prairie
black masks with black guns
call out my name from the street --
martyr for freedom.
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black chills swallow the
comfort from lonely creatures;
moist Spring remains mute.
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down since he could crawl --
bags full. wrinkled suit. cuddles
his cat. eviction.
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fifty perspectives,
staring at digital worlds --
coffee habits bind them.
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small men hold black flags
and urge law from old fiction;
freedom births our laws.
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