roars from the dim hatch
are fast, loud, pure, stripped down; punk --
fuck your syllables.
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bored with malaise -
I step on the hot coals of
an unsound woman.
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in wee hours, odd folk
emerge and regale tired
diner staff with yarns.
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White wisps swirling over
excited squirrel conclaves;
Winter task chitchat.
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gamblers pick ponies,
uppercrusts gulp julips; one
tiny man exults.
Poet: Northrop Puckett
from the book Scenes on the Prairie: A Collection of American Haiku