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haiku 234

sunny afternoon –
dessicated worms
on sidewalk

I met her in an art gallery and fell in love. Somewhere near The Persistence of Memory, she melted into the arms of another man.

When you’re a writer sometimes you have to spend time poking at part of yourself that normal, sane people leave alone.
– Vikram Chandra

humid afternoon –
three helicopters
cross my path

Evan stared at his cat for hours. The cat acted as though nothing were out of the ordinary, despite the diamond in the litter box.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.
– Kurt Vonnegut

divorce court –
I park near
the funeral home

Horace was determined to act on his counselor’s advice to embrace his fears. So he ran toward the tornado with his arms wide open.

Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign of a diseased mind.
– Terry Pratchett

afternoon walk
jogs memory
of paper route