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Time for some, free form haiku...
Green petals,
through the Earth emerge-
her plants.
A wave, a smile,
a black tank top.
This frozen memory.
One gray hair, displaced.
You pluck it out by the roots.
Increasing denial.
Silent peek,
the unreachable valley,
proudly displayed.
Oak leaves whisper
after the fading storm.
They apologize for you.
The best advice
always comes from caterpillars.
Pass the hookah.