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August 06, 2008
7 haiku 71
I found those pictures,
the ones I took just before
I left you behind.
The way I deal with,
interact with my own kind
is a miscarriage.
You and your terrors,
how you are loathe to contact
faux fur and dragged it.
The krinkle ball fetch
and the determination
of a worthy leap.
A tiny escape,
tromp down the stairs, and I joked
you misplaced your keys.
I watched you stompstep
accidentally on a bee,
scooped you up in tears.
On the stool, smelling
the wind outside the storm door,
beside your brother.
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