From the verses of Shakespeare to the violence of Football, a soft hand on the nape of my neck to the rim's hard rattle after a dunk, the mute of Miles to the rhymes of Rakim, Hershey's chocolate to a garlic peppered, cedar-planked salmon drizzled with lemon-dill butter, my thoughts scatter like grains of black sand across a wind-blown beach.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
September Haiku / Senryu 30 / 30
Her lip prints fill the rim of this empty glass
AC Air Show- these seagulls startled by Birds of Thunder
Moonlight nibbles the dark chocolate bar of her body
Entangled in the curling strands of her hair- My eyes
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