The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
01 November 2009
Haiku 305
Bright moon through black leaves
Next time I glance out, bright moon
Through black bare branches
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Sharp concrete edges
And bright lights soften and blur
Misty drunken nights
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