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Thirty-four Lines




Thirty-four
Lines

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subtle
play

a creek takes turns through
wood; afloat, a child's rattle
snakes its way downstream

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sulgts
phraeu

a kraoebg taeubgs turpbs thraou
waod; aeutphroet, a khaoeuldz ralgts
stphaeubgs -ts waeu tkoupbstraoepl

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how
it
is

I wonder at how
the plainest birds warble most
complicatedly

hou
t-
s-

eu worpbd at hou
-t phraeupbt pweurdz warbl phoefpt
kphreubgdhreu

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their
trunks
white

orange trees hang out,
their trunks white; I speculate
brand: Fruit of the Loom

-rg
trufrpbgs
whaoeut

oerpbg traoes hapbg out,
-rg trufrpbgs whaoeut; eu spebghraeut
brand: tpraout oft hraopl

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a
cat
sits

a palm tree hums to
lovebirds' primp, flutter, chatter;
a cat sits, waits, stares

a
kat
seuts

a paupl traoe hupls to
hrufpweurdzp- preufpl, tphrurt, khater;
a kat seuts, waeuts, staers

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lucid
wings

how poetic your
discourse that swoops from sun on
lucid wings of prose

hraoufd
weupbgs

hou poebgt ur
stkpoers tha swaops tpr- supb o
hraoufd weupbgs of proefp

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how
careless
of me

haven't I posted
a response to you re: dear
black-masked racky?

evidently I
neglected to flatten that
Submit button. It ...

was quite clever, my
response; and now, of course, lost---
oh! well, maybe there'll

be another time ...

hou
kaeurls
of phe

srpbt eu poefptd
a spopbs to u re tkaer
pwhrabg-phafbgd rabgkwr*?

efdhreu eu
tphegtd to tphrafrpb tha
spheut bufrpb. t- ...

was kwaoeut khrefr, pheu
spopbs; skp- tphou, fbgs, hrofpt---
oe! wel, phaeub thr*l

b aot taoeupl ...

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they
came
willing

I speculate that
the corral of lovebirds for
Noah's seaworthy

craft came easy, that
they came willing, by then paired,
and ready to go

the
kaeupl
-lg

eu spebghraeut tha
-t kral of lufpweurdz tpor
tphoeaz saewoeurpblgt

kraft kaeupl aoezkwr*, that
the kaeupl -lg, pweu thepb paeurd,
skp- raeld to tkpwoe

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to
Flagstaff

ground dives to canyon
floor; stunted pines clothe near slope
of mountain; I write

to
tphragstaf

tkpwroupbd tkaoeufs to kapbkwropb
tphraor; stufrpbd paoeupbs khroepblgt tphaoer shroep
of ph-pbt; eu wraoeu

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

There’s a contest here in

There's a contest here in Cleveland, it's like *dueling haikus* the last haiku, wins. You should be here for it. I arranged 26 haikus for a song once, perhaps I'll post it later and we can *duel* away... ~Anna p.s. why are all the good ones married? Tch Tch.... at my age! "You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics." Charles Bukowski