Drought.
Flood.
Clear water.
One empties the pantry.
One empties the town.
One empties the self.
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An incremental
Whittling down to splinters gives
Time its sharp edge.
Miniscule as motes,
Like dark spiders in sunlight,
Webs of music throb.
There, against the pulse,
To stand out, a human song
Or scream writhes its tail.
Asymmetrical,
The intruder alters threads
Until no harp plays.
[Disposable Haiku September 13, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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