Haikus

I

Sticky sweet juice drips

Down my chin. The waves’ rhythm

Blends with his guitar.

II

My face is buried

In your hair. The scent fills me

and I’m warm again.

III

Little booties sit

On the porch. Empty, waiting

To be donated.

– Paola Crespo ©2013

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