NaPoWriMo 2017: #10 (3 Haiku)

i.
Words are heard; arms, legs,
hair move in one rhythm. Her
body is the poem.

ii.
Wide eyes, open mouths:
suburban stillness, unnerves
inner city kids.

iii.
Beige window shades sway;
sounds of approaching sirens
blow through the classroom.

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