The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
04 August 2009
Haiku 216
From the dark subway
Up to the bright tree-lined street
Rise like Lazarus
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Froth and foam, waters,
Swirl, O lacy lapping sea;
We are far from home
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