The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
19 November 2009
Haiku 323
(for Sophocles)
Flow, infinite tears;
Flow into Ocean's salt womb
O Giver of Life
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Fingernail crescent,
Silver dimple on pale silk:
New moon at sundown
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Night drives as a child:
Starry hills and starry skies
Sparkle sleepy eyes
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