Walked blind for a while there
Letting the dog see my eyes
Closed for R&R (rest and repair)
Feeling the gravel as much as hearing
That bat swoop nightward
Dwarfing the traffic growl on Avery Avenue
What nerve those summers I worked with blind kids
Pretending I knew their ways
Eating night in monastic rooms
Tonight interrupted by outlaw golfers
Playing the green in youth's faithful madness
Stealing glee from the jaws of the coyote chorus
Sirening in their municipal asylum
Or merely partying Friday night
As beams from a skybound plane
Single me out wincing wonder
Friday, May 08, 2009
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4 comments:
I envy your poetry-writing skills, PK.
Cat Haiku on my blog today, PK. I didn't write it, unfortunately.
Thanks for the comment back at my blog :)
By the way, read your blog and I agree in saying that you have talent in poetry-writing.
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