Friday, April 30, 2004

Kukuriku Haiku

The surf-roar of the crowd
across the meadow / outside in the near distance / coming in on the wind
through the open bathroom window:

Football when I was a kid
of suburbian roots / in misshapen walls half buried / in my parents house;
Lacrosse this time around.

In both cases identically
hisspopping / rising and fading like radio / distant,
invisible, desired, unjoined.

posted by boyhowdy | 7:02 PM |

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