Young Again (Haiku)

The old black lady
Sang the days of old blues song
Waiting for her train.


The Ballet (Haiku,)

The trees dipped and swayed
With cane old man stiffly walked
His heart danced with breeze.



Poetry (Haiku)

Poems are not bright words
Poems are not rhythm or beat
Poems are soul dancing.

Mary Naylor

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