Distressed Haiku
In a week or ten days
the snow and ice
will melt from Cemetery Road.
I'm coming! Don't move!
*
Once again it is April.
Today is the day
we would have been married
twenty-six years.
I finished with April
halfway through March.
*
You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.
*
Will Hall ever write
lines that do anything
but whine and complain?
In April the blue
mountain revises
from white to green.
*
The Boston Red Sox win
a hundred straight games.
The mouse rips
the throat of the lion
and the dead return.
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