my son regrets our cancelled camp plan
sleeping on his room’s floor
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music and poetry flow
under the shady elm tree
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Henry lets that cute dog
find her voice first
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alive again
in our sizzling dialog
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Who goes first? You! You!
we laugh at David’s story
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Dan lifts up his fish
inhaling Ann’s music
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a winding trail
before the haunted house
calls from unknown birds
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gift for Terry, sweet or sour
a witch’s wish?
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Hans read wisdom from
his five-year old grandson
—Haiku by Anna Yin /Photos taken by ShiYing