FOUR HAIKU

Trying to hold a cigarette

like James Dean—

no one is convinced.

 

Homeless in the rain—

the pretty girl

gives him her umbrella.

 

No bus fare

so I have to walk—

sunburn on my bald patch.

 

On the night bus,

young men comparing scars—

spring moon.

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