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---
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tags:
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- Poetry
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type: post
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title: Twitter Haiku Collab
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categories:
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- Poem
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- Haiku
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- Collaboration
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date: 2018-06-16
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---
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### [Makyo](https://twitter.com/makyo_writes/status/1008078803225042945)
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<pre class="verse">
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Seven flies circle,
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Trimmers chatter down the block:
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The hum of summer.
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I listen, silent, waiting,
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Breathing in sun and out shade.
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</pre>
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### [Dwale](https://twitter.com/ThornAppleCider/status/1008368609683369984)
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<pre class="verse">
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Scent of cinnamon
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Light slips over the mountain
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Cirrus clouds blushing.
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</pre>
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### [Mog](https://twitter.com/Mog_K_Moogle/status/1008434362256371718)
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<pre class="verse">
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Warm wind from the west
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Sunlight pours across the plains
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Cicadas singing
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Four-hundred miles from home
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This western land not my own
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</pre>
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### [Makyo](https://twitter.com/makyo_writes/status/1009131881021837312)
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<pre class="verse">
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Fig leaves like fingers
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paw feebly through still hot air
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and come up with naught.
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Too early for fruit to droop,
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we must wait past midsummer.
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</pre>
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### [Dwale](https://twitter.com/ThornAppleCider/status/1009137826250625029)
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<pre class="verse">
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Blackbird headed south
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Down to the hawks and kudzu
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Six months 'til winter
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</pre>
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### [CM Averin](https://twitter.com/averincm/status/1009307822738161664)
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<pre class="verse">
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Redbud and dogwood
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feathers bursting from leaf-wait
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in the deep of here
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underneath cut mountaintops
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up and down flooded culverts
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</pre>
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### [Tarith Averin](https://twitter.com/tarithaverin/status/1009877999217307653)
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<pre class="verse">
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A light sighing sound,
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Wind slipping through leaf and wing,
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The heat's brief respite.
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</pre>
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### [Rayah](https://twitter.com/Rayahbunny/status/1009879693372411907)
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<pre class="verse">
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A storm is coming
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My ears perk at the crashing
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It is almost here
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The end of a season near
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Fresh rain pours from the heavens
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</pre>
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