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Saturday morning haikus, coffee, and the New Yorker.

 

The squirrel walks, leaps

on its highly-strung tight rope

to avoid the cars.

 

She stares back at me

Sitting on the wood table

From a magazine

 

My coffee travels

Guatemala–Four Barrel–

now Walla Walla

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