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Windshield glass broken pieces and blood

Before dying it is said Memory

over the road people scream ­siren­

brings back all you once loved.

She didn't live to see this

I have seen dragonflies fly, in­love,

but her skin would shiver, pale

mad with passion, freezing the moment,

her neck fractured by soft cotton.

becoming one with a loving other.

She hung herself after much thought,

I wish I  had that dragonfly's

just woke up and did it. Outside, the city cries

memory span, to forget you now, before finally dying and seeing  you

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.