OUTLASTING MOTHS
8/14/2006
Haiku Exercise....
He slept-
the black shape
outside his window
kissed him.
In bare feet
the sands
danced
in the moonlight.
The sky spilled
out of its cup,
fell into
the sea.
The night's
terrible hand
plucked down
the stars
and tasted
them.
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