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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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Summer hangs over you, a lonely cloud
but already you smell the autumn smell
of dying leaves.
There will always be someone with more,
you told yourself at four this morning,
newsprint on your fingertips,
as you walked those clipped lawns,
those arched patios and gentle gardens,
slamming papers in screen doors and boxes.
There will always be someone with more,
you told yourself later,
as you climbed the grey steps to your desk.
Remember when you would boil
like milk in a breast,
pushing, wishing, wanting
a grand mouth sucking,
crying I want, I want, I want
a child in the pool splashing,
blinding yourself, those droplets in air.
Now you sit at the water's edge
and chant Her name until your voice
rings clear over the surface of the water.
Something rises from the depths.
You hear the splash and glimpse the shell,
descending again
Frances Donovan
August, October 1997
May 1998
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