I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 July 2012

Cold Friday: July haiku 2012

red wine
at midnight —
my neck hurts


children play loudly
in the doctor's waiting room
the old sit silent


morning light —
the sound of the cat
being sick


he raids our garbage —
white ibis


two aged care homes
placed on either side
of the graveyard


cold Friday
Max's wake is happening


deadly shooting spree —
America responds
by buying more guns


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