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Robyn MacKinnon·November 30, 2025

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This publication is part 468 of 468 in the series Robyn Finds Poetry

The Rare Nights

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

to glow in the dark

in this Christian tradition

treasure the rare nights

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: A dark, indigo night. Many stars glow in the sky. However, occupying the foreground, jagged, black shapes stare at you with glowing eyes. Suspiciously resembling pine trees, twin glowing orbs glow on each one in (left to right), gold, white, green, and red. The haiku hovers overhead in white Bickham Script Pro 3 Bold font.

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I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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