Perplexed, a rosebush
snubs a discarded spruce, and
boasts a sole, tight bud.
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Reflections on my life in San Francisco in the form of the Japanese haiku, in English. Five, seven, and five syllables in length, the haiku is a short, non-rhyming poem, often evocative of the poet's surroundings and the current season.
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