May 1st 2016

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night
····dripping from the roof eaves—dreamless
········sleep
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Toward the end of winter I felt the way I feel now—as if my imagination is exhausted. I could almost imagine, for one night, letting the haiku go.
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177 May 1st 2016 | bottlecap

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