Here’s the third group of South Common haiku from the Facebook postings in November and December. If we ever get a pile of snow this winter, I’ll try to write another batch with the Common in white.—PM

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South Common Haiku Set (III)

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Who has not looked up

and seen the long white jet trails

that fade in seconds?

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Never get used to

seagulls on the soccer field,

far from Hampton Beach.

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Train horn, no whistle,

long sound in the Thorndike dark.

The line ends, starts here.

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Large-to-small branchings,

fundamental nature form—

veins and river paths.

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Over the low hill

whiff of Owl Diner bacon—

they sell oatmeal, too.

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Night street sounds and news.

All the people dying on

the old radio.

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Joel-Lowell rhymes.

Billy could like the Common

just the way it is.

—Paul Marion (c) 2011