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Three Haiku on the Dartmouth College Green in Spring
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Raging Feather
After playing with words and twisting thought,
My pen drops on sand as fist clenches.
My back bends to vomit, my throat taut.
Oh God, I think the rage in me dances.
I use a ballpoint to reopen wounds; to rage, release.
To my right, a bottle cries for lips.
But I let blood flow a little more; to some, disease.
To my left, an ocean dies, no ships.
Scabs, scabs, scabs.
Scabs on sand and water.
Never to heal - always to the slaughter.
Philippine Panorama, April, 1993
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Cincinnati
There is nothing as transitory as these:
From middle seat through airplane window,
Drizzle on runway below.
05:57:31.
Delta to Logan at 09:00:00.
Shops to open in a while.
Thoughtless air fills huge terminal.
Outside, just cloudy.
In the smoking area, smell of tar.
But beyond the clouds,
Bonaparte crosses Berezina,
40,000 souls frozen in winter altitudes,
Socrates sends Xantippe away,
Persephone, and VV Cephei Alpha,
The largest star in space.
- 2004, 2007
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