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Mother Nature’s Inner Child

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Her crayon goes from Sun to Earth,
thru a window and some glassware,
and then a little farther still.
She scribbles nonsense on a wall.

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Yes, using the category [ekphrastic poetry] would be more accurate than using the category [haiga].  The word [ekphrastic] is way too dysphonious for describing any kind of poetry I might like, so I pretend that the poem is a haiku.  Close enough?

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