Sunday, February 28, 2010

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  1. haiku gone northwest
    walk to the ocean,
    solitude in my footsteps,
    neruda whispers.

    neruda in my pocket,
    i venture again to the northwest.
    haiku form abandoned,
    i see and smell happiness
    in the dense,
    grey fog.
    tenderness in the rain,
    i embrace a cup of coffee,
    tears filter the silence,
    the peace of waves crashing.

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