A blurred jumpy ghost—
quick shadow, tawny vixen—
a lazy homeward fox.
Appetite killer,
nightmare maker: mass graves from
earthquake in Haiti
Three weeks of haiku,
a cupla lost syllables,
but I'm still writing.
In clear plastic bags,
thirteen cameras hang loose at
ten dollars a piece.
Bette Davis on
PBS makes me think of
and miss Aunt Sally
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