Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Haiku: 90 to 93


90
her dark hair floating,
blood in the bathtub
blackbirds breaking the window.

91
bent across my knee
your pants down, so excited –
what are we doing?

92
the window washer –
putting his life on the line
without guns or gang.

93
flowers behind bars
wilting and guilty, thirsty,
feigning innocence.

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