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February 06, 2008
7 haiku 36
We cooed, observing
features with accuracy
almost clinical.
When I turned sixteen,
I learned to laugh, for Danger
always has a face.
Twenty years later,
I'm not dead, and I don't hurt.
I am not surprised.
Molehills were mountains.
Then they were... smaller mountains.
Then molehills again.
Some unfortunate
associations I have:
Learning to drive stick.
Across the dugout,
an approximate visage
through what would be bars.
A troop of punchlines
in an SUV's backseat,
each a champion.
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