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Mublety-peg
The
pocketknife lands in the black Texas mud just beyond his
foot. In this game called split, we take turns
throwing a knife outside our friends position. He
stretches a leg out to the knife, pulls it from the ground,
then takes his throw. The first person to fall while stretching
loses. This Yankee kid named Ed stretches out, loses his
balance, then falls to the hoots and howls of my buddies.
Keeping with tradition, I wipe my blade clean on his clothes.
From New York, Ed talks funnyhe calls our knife
game mumblety-pegbut he has a nice Case
pocketknife and turns out to be our high schools
best football player. After a while, we got used to his
northern accent.
September
sky
hearing that a friend
was in the first tower
w.
f. owen
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For
Anthea Corinne Snyder Lowry
1932-2002
She
was on the Marin County Grand Jury, heading to a meeting,
south of Petaluma on the 101. The pickup ahead of her
lost a grassmower off the back. She pulled onto the shoulder,
and walked right out into the lane to take it off. That
had always been her way. Struck by a speedy car, an instant
death.
White
egrets standing there
always standing there
there at the crossing
on
the Petaluma River
Gary
Snyder
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from
Danger on Peaks, forthcoming
in 2004 from Shoemaker & Hoard
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©2004
Modern Haiku PO Box 68 Lincoln, IL 62656
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