December Haiku

EMERSON IS PROBABLY GETTING SICK

Emmy’s lost her voice.
It scratches, then thins, then fades,
whispers in my ear.

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JOANNA’S ‘I HAD A DREAM’ SPEECH

She got married to
Barack Obama. They were
kids, though, and quite small.

* * *

OUR DOG LUKA IS A WATCHDOG

Street sweeper scrapes past
the window. The dog sits, ears
up, eyes brown amber.

* * *

IT’S FREAKING COLD OUTSIDE

Minus seventeen.

The dog’s unfazed, gulps up snow.

Our noses grow frost.

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One response to “December Haiku”

  1. I just got a new publication here: http://www.the2ndhand.com/ (forthcoming).

    (Not sure if you remember me–I met you at the David W. reading. I am in the process of applying to DU for a PhD in creative writing).

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