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Boardwalk

Popcorn, seagulls fly

Squawk and argue in the blue

For the puffy bits



Sand rubs under foot

Heat and grit urge us to dance

Into splashing surf



At the end of day

Castles crumble in the waves

Misting rosy air



Hold my hand while we

Walk through riffs of steel guitar

Down the sticky boards



Wind blows cool and moist

Moonbeams trembling on the deep

Winking at the night


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My attempts at story telling in the Haiku form.

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©19 December 2001 - 11:06pm — karen415
20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Marianne Chrisos (not verified)
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I like it, nice work.

20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Deborah E Russell (not verified)
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Great...almost like being "home"...I lived in OC on 12th and Baltimore nice 2-story walk up! I can almost smell Fisher's and Julia's! Thanks...

20 December 2001 - 11:06pm — Teresa Jacobs (not verified)
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Dear Karen, Oh! Love this poem. Love it. Under the board walk down by the sea. Ahhh! I remember dancing with my baby down by the sea. You are good and I can't wait to read more. Please give me more. Bye! Teresa Jacobs