These haiku were inspired by a day of too much news (ah, Junior, Junior, if only you could have found your own way) and a beautiful, intense, heartfelt conversation with friends over lunch, of families and how we survive them...
[first word]
still rattling around
the ribcage
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each of us her own
[language hopelessly]
worst enemy
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a child's [redacted]
so cold [shiver
of recognition]
First word; each of us her own; a child's.
ReplyDelete__ I should leave things untouched, but often, imagination concurs to overcome my inner rule. Here, re-arranged, are these fore-written lines from your collage. _m