A Small Flight of Haikus

Clear day, a delight,
The sun on river and rocks,
Distant engines drone.

The river reflects
the sky, empty and clear but
the single bomber.

Dawn finds the wide isle
Untouched by war’s savagery
’til the little boy.

Light wind dances ‘bout
the wide island merrily;
harsh divine wind.

The sun shines brightly
across town and river calm
‘til outshone by death.

Calm claims the isle,
peaceful, free of any sound,
death’s silent exhale.

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