The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Saturday, March 13, 2010
256.
All the cars from a
distance look like so many
scurrying ants. So
tiny and busy,
a microcosm of life
in an empty chase.
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