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Twoku:
The book of friendship
many chapters unwritten
my co-author died.
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Threeku:
First, last exchanges
with a recent friend, now made
precious by her death.
Fourku:
Now I’ll never know
what kind of friend she might be
because she is gone.
Fiveku:
Unfinished friendship
only recently begun
ended suddenly.
. . .
I didn’t really know her, but she seemed nice, interesting and creative.
My sadness was because the possibility of knowing her had been robbed from me.
I might have known her better one day, I might have become good friends with her, or not.
I will never know.
Five haiku/senryu poems poured out of me as a result…
– the Haikook