Haiku 660
But it was too small
that last raindrop of the storm
no one heard it fall
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Shadorma 169
we wait and
I know by the way
you grimace
wring your hands
you’re a few minutes early
and wish you weren’t here.
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Shadorma 170
Planting them
your big feet I mean
on the rug
Lined them up
with the pattern, I noticed
And then you said no.
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Haiku 661
One day, however
and you evade it, it’s now –
You fall down stone dead.
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I really like that first haiku. It could be the end of time.
Yes, it has that feeling of, after this, there is nothing more, no sound, no one to hear it, I was thinking of how a storm takes up so much sound and visual space and then it just…ends. What is left?
Interesting. I suppose it also depends on time of day, season, and location.
Definitely the first one. You have really nailed it – which seems the completely wrong metaphor for such a delicate moment.
Thank you. I think the line between something being/not being, happening/not happening, beginning/ending, these are fascinating to me and I keep trying to document it in words. I am glad that this one did that. Makes me feel good. Heard! Thank you.