Night without end. My heart clings
to the lower tip of the crescent moon.
In bleeding calculation
I evaluate the price.
Vast -- in its passion ratio
to that of my withering body!
November 2009 Issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Border Towns Haiku
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*This Brave New World*, CXXII
border towns linked
by a suspension bridge
smoky twilight
FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel to mine below:
the arch...