Circles: Four HaikuA Poem by Bree PotterCircles: Four Haiku Big Bend asterisms spread like webs of spider eyes; Lights mostly dead. Shadows follow Feet. Feet through shadows shuffle. Bells toll bells toll bells
My alarm clock kicked It. Circadian hours snapped. Hands unwound and bled.
what was i is not i am where i was am i here i am not i © 2013 Bree Potter |
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