Tuesday, February 9, 2010

A lesson in Haikus and Hike-Us

Children’s chalk red, blue
Rain falls down fast washing the
Colors, shapes away

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Between two sidewalks
green sprouts up strong, alive in
the concrete waste land

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His lips, velvet covered granite, silence my weak excuses quickly.

The soft clean scent of him remains even after long days have gone by.

His copper fleck’d gaze burns as I sit across the bar missing his kiss.

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His breath smelled sour, sweet, like pine, like childhood camps and Christmas fires.

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I snap her scratching pencil, ahh, now I can finally read in peace.

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License and registration please the handsome officer asks me now.

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