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More in It is what it is haiku: enjoying the blizzard1. brambles cover fence of igneous stone a broken plough 2. methane from cabbage rises clear at dawn the loon dives 3. squid in brown paper on the oak counter dinner 4. water in black pot boiling rice added. 5. the smell of nori in the steam from the rice a grown man gags. 6. a leatherbound book of existential poetry a fresh pipe 7. in her red silk robe mother sings a song about snow the candle blows out 8. the dark is incomplete in the window venus shines brightly. 9. puddle by the door ripples with the draft snow shoes drying 10. a tendril of smoke and the smell of sulphur a candle relit |
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