haiku (and not your usual 5-7-5)

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Monday, November 25, 2019

Faint but legible



a life, a story splayed upon hard surface.  I think of the hard surface of raw buttercup squash and a knife as its equal.  I think of a fountain pen etching into fine rag paper.  I think; I walk; I cook.  I write.
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1 comment:

  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 23, 2019 at 12:18 PM

    Can you imagine how the trumpets sound
    illicit in their transport,
    a shaken whisper of a train
    too late to make a difference?

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