Lament
sighing winds groan,
of waves that moan demise,
which no longer whirrr
Minimal
Japan has little space,
thus haiku and small bonsai
take up, the loss of face
Plea to Feminists
drawn to your stature
by curves,
fleshy and soft
is the way
I'm made
why would you
have it
otherwise
Camera Man
has our orbital balls
in his sights, squeezes our brains
focuses, fixed bias
zooming in
dooming us
to camera time
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