Monday, October 1, 2012

№ 94. A Day in Haiku and Four Decades of Life

A girl, alphabets
On her hair, loads bullet thoughts.
Her first line of fire:

Fugitive motions.
But first, a lucid repast
Of flambéed delicts.

An apt harvest from
A vale of verified mirth.
Next array, the cub.

The tiger’s outlier,
Defying academic
Gravity with wit.

At last, a thriller,
Pages from either leisure
Or legal skirmish.

Sweet life at four-one
A quid pro quo of prudence
Levity and wine.

from Adventurer by Fate

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