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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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She rattled around the house for days,
an empty birdcage. We kept
an uneasy truce, and I crept
each morning into the day,
dragging my tail behind me,
dragging it
I expected a turn in the road
I expected green hills, a wide expanse of ocean, or
at very least
a wasteland
Instead there was something like a thicket.
The clarity I gained in the desert
left me.
I hunched back home each evening
sliding into bed
and sleep's embrace
On the fifth day,
sickness brought us together
laying prone on the fold-out couch,
watching sitcoms, her hand
stole into mine like a fragile-boned bird.
— Frances Donovan
May 2001
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