Haiku IV

These are for (in no particular order) Elizabeth (you get another), Sally, Kim, Debbye, Aaron, Darren, my mother (Kim two/too) and a heretofore unnnamed personage (I'm not quite sure he's flesh and blood, but he's haunted me since the summer of 2002.)

The sky screams blue, gold
You swoop low, alight and perch
Smiling wickedly

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Your center is warm
Like paved deserts in August
And I'm reassured

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A plague of locusts
You eat away my insides
I don't stop grinning

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Your voice draws me back
To childhoods I never had
Seasons in snuff-fields

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Stages have endings
And chrysalides emerge new
Flowered is the meadow

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Tides, impossibly
Are steady, exact wonders
Out in back and forth

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In the rain you danced
Jet black hair soaked by downpours
My heart held its breath

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Might as well ask of
Summer Why are you so hot
Reasons are tiny