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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Two about breathing

Silence, then wind comes
off the river, like the breath
of eons of words.



Let my anger come
and go, quickly and cleanly,
as a breath: in, out. 

 

2 comments:

Mr. D said...

Good Haikus. Did we write them in fifth grade?

steverino said...

You know, we probably did! A belated thank you, in that case. It's funny--I have my high school kids write them, and they usually say they did them in fifth grade.

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