August 07, 2004
Haiku
Cicadas clatter undercloud
Sunlight chants over gravesites
This world, never silent!
Awake naked in bed
Afternoon of softglow clouds,
At night she asks "Why?"
Driving towards friends
Shaking hands and smiling—
Leaving, it's ages ago
Posted by mallarme at August 7, 2004 03:17 PM
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