The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
27 February 2009
Haiku 57
Songs of fleeting time:
Yet we want them sung to us
In ripe, supple tones
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My shabby raincoat:
It won't last another year;
Perhaps one more month?
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A breeze makes the leaves
Dance; the light makes the shadows
Dance; I see them both
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