The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
08 January 2009
Haiku 8
Red hand glowing
stop
Across a grey misty street:
Trapped on a wet curb
*******
Red plush candy hearts
Push Santa's stuff out of sight:
Relentless feastdays
*******
Read and tossed aside
Random dove-grey newspapers:
Today is old news
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