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| Palms turned up |
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| holding me like a mother, |
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| the roots of a Maple |
Toes cracking–– |
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in silence the sound |
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of you coming near |
| Piano keys |
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| slightly warped |
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| a baby grand of memories |
Lilies |
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on my vanity––the
color |
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of anti-aging cream |
| The writing life: |
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| coffee, pens, notes, insanity |
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| a break in the wind chimes |
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Mary
Rand Hess lives in Northern Virginia and is blessed with a supportive
husband and two gregarious sons. She is a writer of poetry, fiction,
children's stories, and screenplays. She believes what yoga can do for
the body, haiku can do for the soul.
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2005: Simply Haiku
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