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April 04, 2009
7 haiku 113
No skill is required
to recall partial details,
split infinitives.
Location secedes,
lights, witches move over time,
you've outgrown the tree.
The purpose of rope
as I now understand it
is not Tug o' War.
The purpose of beer
as I now understand it
is not memory.
The moment before
the strings come in is fleeting,
smells like astringent.
The cold of hockey
lacks the smell of winter air.
It's Arizona.
The (so called) long view,
the sound of a door cracking,
Steelies in a sock.
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