Imitations of Pound’s In a Station at the Metro

Partially Cloudy Night Sky
The twinkling of the random lights;
White pebbles, shifting in a dark stream.
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Wound
Dark blood dripping from my wrist;
Lemmings falling purposefully to their doom.
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Dark Dish
The wayward puffs of rice surround the light broth;
A bright halo around the moon.

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