Magical Realism, Writing, Fiction, Politics, Haiku, Books



sábado, julio 31, 2010

Haiku

I.

Osprey snags its prey.
Pelicans scoop many fish.
I write a sentence.



II.

Grandfather twilight,
pink, purple sky; no bats.
Why are they missing?


7/31/10

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