Dawn’s drapes part at day

Hummingbirds sip at nectar

Late bird misses worm


 First fresh young man waits

Feet tap `til center opens

Uncle Sam beckons


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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to FIRST

  1. kkkkaty says:

    I like your two distinct takes on ‘first’..


  2. Jaideep Rao says:

    I liked your take in the first haiku, beautiful,.


  3. Grace says:

    Nice set…I particularly like the first one ~


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