Thursday poetry break: Haiku by that ever elusive Robert Denby

Yippy little dogs
in the driveway underneath
the matching Trump flags

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Circling the park-
Stone Temple Pilots on his
little radio

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Picking flecks from off
of my smartphone's screen after
I finish coughing

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He says his father
was a real son of a bitch.
"I love you, Grandma!"

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If he can't yell at
the CEO, the cashier
will just have to do

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Paid bleachers set up
where fairgoers used to see
Loverboy for free

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48 minutes
until the Blue Oyster Cult
tickets go on sale

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Empty stadium
sits all summer long thinking
about what it did