Two haikus
time is suspended
from a crowd of blurred faces
a white coat glitters
friday, ten thirty
a dream passes to waking
stirring up the deep
Two haikus
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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