Haiku #152 – #154

152.

There is a place within me
I cannot find,
A forest without trees.

153.

The peacock speaks to me,
Then extends a claw
Onto a talking SUV. It’s Spring.

154.

The cherry blossom does not want
Or wait for ghosts.
Every year its stories explode.

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