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02.05.11
I feel no need to write.
Yet, I lie to myself. Yes.
Tonight, I need words.
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02.06.11
Locked in the garage
a mosquito hawk hovers,
darts across the floor.
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02.07.11
The notions of haiku
spark less on days when walking
is not possible.
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02.08.11
Day of mundane poems.
Yet, just watching you undress,
shifts the world’s axis.
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02.09.11
The pond’s surface bends,
buckles, trying to break free.
Dogs bark at its heels.