The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
28 August 2009
Haiku 240
(scenes from public transportation)
Heads nodding in time
Two boys (one black, one white) share
A single iPod
*******
(a dramatic monologue in 17 syllables)
There's a bleeding wound
In my heart that bears your name:
Thank you, I suppose
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