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pulling the weeds the layman, cursing the heat ~ the monk, wiping his brow says a prayer ~ the master pulling the weeds ~ together in a field under the sun ~ piece of paper written on, crumpled up poems in my shoe ~ sun in the soil reflective face quartz in the bank ~ shaking hands church-goers step into the street ~ Philadelphia birds on a stoop brothers ~ in the library every sound echoing ~ low orange clouds city at night ~ noticing my mind tripping off the curb ~ stale taste spliff gone from where I left it ~ my Grandfather's friends explaining absinthe as I drink it ~ broken tea cup how I love to look at it!
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
December 2014 Haiku pt. 1
pulling the weeds the layman, cursing the heat ~ the monk, wiping his brow says a prayer ~ the master pulling the weeds ~ together in a field under the sun ~ piece of paper written on, crumpled up poems in my shoe ~ sun in the soil reflective face quartz in the bank ~ shaking hands church-goers step into the street ~ Philadelphia birds on a stoop brothers ~ in the library every sound echoing ~ low orange clouds city at night ~ noticing my mind tripping off the curb ~ stale taste spliff gone from where I left it ~ my Grandfather's friends explaining absinthe as I drink it ~ broken tea cup how I love to look at it!
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
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