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April 2018, vol 14 no 1

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Mark Forrester

The Crew

My mother tells me that the township has dispatched a work crew to their small suburban street – something to do with the gas lines, or was it the sewer system? That morning my father walked his cup of coffee to the curb to observe their progress. Glancing up and down the street: at the end of each driveway an old retired man, like little boys peering through the fence at a construction site. My father sighed, picked up his morning newspaper, and returned to the living room.

autumn woods
tart persimmons
gathered from the ground


Note: haiku previously published in bottle rockets #27.


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