Poetry: Haiku

By: Jennifer Fiorile

Birds sing before dawn.
I, who am still awake, hear
their call for the sun.


You stand like your dad.

You hate to hear that, but it's

all I know of him.


I try to see things

through the eyes of a tourist,

to remember newness.


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