The Haikus of Your Dreams
Saturday, August 20, 2011
In the Summer, In the City
New York, New York: "Peace,"
he said. "No pieces, thank you."
A brown shirt pulled from
my sweater. Rain. sun.
My brash friend Janet. "She's loud,"
I whispered. Hotel.
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