Haiku

Free Verse

Prosies

Four Weeks After

A puff of breath
in the morning air—no buds yet
on the ground now nude
of snow. He doesn't
love me anymore
and I rattle through the city,
a broken toaster.
I rattle through the city,
an empty trash can. I rattle
through the empty city.


— Frances Donovan
March 30, 2004

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