Copyright Eric Morris
EIGHT PINTS
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Eight pints they say
Beer or blood
To fill this empty jug.
Ripped wrist's frothy flood
Might prove the case
Yet running streams
Fall in torrid torrent still
Into hushed pools

HAIKU

While rousing rivers
Fall in
Chilly torrent
Still
Cool pools
forge the sky.
 


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