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Shasta Hatter
Empty Basket
Driving down the boulevard, I see large trees decorated with pink and white blossoms, evergreens tower over houses, trees flourish with spring greenery.
In front of a market, candles and balloons mark the site of a drive-by shooting.
gray sidewalks
fallen blossoms
bear no fruit
Shasta Hatter writes haiku and haibun in Gresham, Oregon. She has been published in Frogpond, Drifting Sands, and Failed Haiku. She is currently working on a book of haibun about family.
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