walking in the room
the dog sniffs the air
where the poem was
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plastic bubble pipe—
what does this have to do
with infinity?
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green exit sign—
wishing I could hang it
above my fear
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empty dish—
the cat never worries
about her figure
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no atmosphere, no
water, no life, Mars at least
you’re still a planet
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in large white letters
the highway sign says MARVEL—
I pass going sixty
“Aimlesses” you’ve called them. Hunh. Every one of ’em is hitting the bullseye from where I’m sittin’.
That’s pretty good, uniting a penchant for haiku under the canopy of aimlessness.