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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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Sweet touches like wine
but without the lush sway
in the dark.
Married life does not agree with me
I want to say, but the glow betrays me.
Backed speechless against a wall,
I bawl like a child
at the smallest thing--a song
we hear on the highway,
returning home along a road
once part of my journey toward you.
A shiver, a touch, the weight
of heat upon me in the middle of the day
disoriented, waiting
for the other shoe to drop--
but there is no shoe.
I bring you tulips and leave them
on our table, thoroughly surprised
at the lack of misery,
which follows me throughout the day,
singing its song
throughout the day,
singing.
—Frances Donovan
November 1999
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