Sunday, October 16, 2016

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Small Blessings


there
are
no ghosts
of humans
these hardy folk left
spirits you can touch, see, and hear
wailing through the crumbling cities with their loud regrets
groping us and stealing trinkets
like jackdaw zombies
thankful I
don’t need
much
sleep




mirrored fibonnaci-no ku

Result of a writing-group exercise

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