Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Haiku Valentine

Handsewn slippers

untested household

toxic chemicals

late night construction site

reality homes

but no (true) buyers

a bowl of cold

tangerines Cezanne

channels

no true understanding

of the unrained-on side

of your nature

that I hold you while you

wipe the dust from the table

with your sleeve

this tenderness is how you said

life enters our physical world

starts pacing back and forth

November was coming

out of a long tunnel

into an open height

December’s an ocean

wherever you stand

waiting for whosoever.

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