2010

no haiku
fireworks
the phone rings
my daughters voice
a full moon watches
cold champagne shimmers
a coyote, frightened by the noise
runs past me so close I could touch it
and I hear its sharp breath

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catch
"Where are you going?"
words thrown at me from a song
and I threw them back

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heard
from out of the dark
his voice tore the night in two
ragged hole of fear

(I never saw him
I have no idea who he was
why he was yelling
why he was running
it ended with a sound
like a shot)
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