If I imagine myself
someplace else,
who is left here
to do the imagining?
If I picture myself
doing something else,
who is left here
to paint that picture?
Which life is richer?
The one imagined
or the one imagining?
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Barber’s Glass
The harlequin doubts
Alternate worlds. Motley greens
A leprechaun’s wish.
[Disposable Haiku June 6, 2012]
Dr. Mike
Observe the 'observer'
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