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***
Skin
like mottled yellow
fingerprints, the green mango
hints
of a future
ripe
and juicy, cradled
in
a dead bask..
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Haibun
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***
I
can’t begin to recall all
the times I replayed
the night in the cafe we met.
I'm
sure it's in the tho..
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***
I
was forty-five before
God
finally died. Sure,
I
know, what took so long?
It's
impossible to know how
ma..
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***
I
spent my life chasing a conveyor belt
carrying
newly-wrapped pretty packages.
Now
that I'm old, all I want to know is what
w..
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***
We
take it on faith, never discuss
but
acknowledge with our silence that
life
is filled with secrets.
Sure
we share. ..
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***
The
engine began missing;
I did too, the
feel of you
in
the empty passenger seat.
Imaginary money
can
do that to a m..
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***
Reluctance
is why paper is lined.
Line
invites
movement,
following the flow of written word to the end,
then
b..
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***
The
waitress looks at me expectantly,
a
happy collie having performed her best trick,
she
of the long dark-skinn..
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***
What
would you have had me do?
I
didn't mean to be there. I just happened
to
be the one standing where youwanted
to be when y..
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