Haikus cannot do
the blues, four-four time out-
pacing one by one,
nor can haikus stop
waiting; anxious last line waves
like auction bidding...
going once, going
nice, gold to that one, sad nod
toward you as leaving.
TONIGHT NO HAIKU WILL SERVE
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