Distressed Haiku by Donald Hall
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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