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John Martone, US
 

 

 

 

Haiku

 

 

curled up
    in attic bed
        in sunlight now

 

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some sun
attic room
floats off

 

 

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small
of his
back
       says
tulips
soon

 

 

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attic room’s
    little black table

        companion

 

 

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things a
clatter

 

 

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he
sees ghosts

on their
knees

fitting
the
      3”

floorboards
he
stands on

 

 

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yr morning
devotions
listening—

 

 

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a poem

         for this

air

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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