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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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Soft—wrinkled and soft,
browned as an old shoe,
and the skin thin as parchment,
patched with dirt,
dirtied with wild onions and strawberries,
washed with salt water,
nicked on clamshells,
thumbing the pages of a Mark Twain novel,
chafing the warmth back into my feet,
smoothing my forehead,
fumbling across a crowded countertop
searching for her keys.
— Frances Donovan
October 2003
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