The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
29 April 2009
Haiku 119
Subtle disrepair,
The chipped paint, dirty carpets
Sinking into dust
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My trip to Paris?
Those drainpipes shaped like fishes.
That place with nice cakes.
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