Tuesday, February 19, 2008

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last summer's garden--
marigold skeletons and
echinacea bones

"Can't get there," I said,
as if haiku was a gym,
church, or the dentist.

When I grow up I
want to be as strong and as
pungent as cat piss.

"There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't."
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, 1.2

Water - 8.34 something pounds per gallon.

she looks happy
a sense of wind just under the skin

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