The stringed melody/
in the nursing home,/
did not make me weep,/
but my eyes watered/
and my soul was touched/
upon hearing the/
impromptu quivering voices/
of those aged folks/
whose lives have found
His Amazing Grace.
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His Bright Red Sweater: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
Going to visit/
an old family friend,/
eyesight failed me./
I couldn’t find him/
in the crowd./
Then someone told me:
“He is there!/
in that bright red sweater!”
He always wears/
bright red sweaters./
How could I forget that?