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I pause from pithy
prose and my dry doggerel
to write bad haiku
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Ages pass it seems
until the one asks you how
you have felt lately
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A jaundiced moon beamed
down on old 101
and she rode with me
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I watched her recede
and walk away out of sight
the sun was way harsh
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Mid happy chatter
I rise for a quick breath
of isolation
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Thought that burns right through
the fabric of a subject
like a cigarette