Beneath
a Marlboro
hat was his faded straight
pin and rake tine hair in patches.
A carton of Light
100's glowed house fire red
in the cashier's hand.
He pulled a fifty and two tens
from his wallet then coughed
up blood into
his sleeve.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Beneath
a Marlboro
hat was his faded straight
pin and rake tine hair in patches.
A carton of Light
100's glowed house fire red
in the cashier's hand.
He pulled a fifty and two tens
from his wallet then coughed
up blood into
his sleeve.
I came up with this form during my spring semester at Lycoming College. It's a mirror cinquain with a haiku between the stanzas.
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