A Gleaming Haiku That Rubs Away Its Existence Poem by Andrew Lee
A Gleaming Haiku That Rubs Away Its Existence
A warrior slices a grape into two pieces,
spilling blood onto the forehead of a bullfrog.
The frog, flicking its tongue inside a haiku, refuses to budge.
Someone says, Kiss it... kiss the frog...
Can you sense something that blossoms
inside the eyes of Frost and Wallace Stevens?
Maybe they're saying, not all things need to be as deadly sharp
as a sword to yield a slice of the Truth.
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