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Monday, May 25, 2020

Bart Solarczyk's Handful of Haiku

I lie when
I drink - 
I’m not drinking






he drinks - 
flowers
bend to rain





more reason to weep
--drunk
without a dog





(for Deanna)


some mornings shimmer golden –
red hair framing flesh
in last night’s dream





eating chips
& writing poems
with salty fingers




our parrot
sweet talks my wife
in another man’s voice






bsolarczyk@comcast.net