the mind's recesses
vault secure .. all thoughts are stored
twigs snap .. deep forest
car horns sound .. out loud
sane man .. woman .. hand in hand
rushing through crosswalk
reach far side of street
window shopping .. he spies gun
real quiet .. plays blind
they enter pawn shop
she's viewing bright jewelry
quickly he buys gun
she admires diamonds
pretty cold black pearl necklace
he shuffles feet .. grins
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PoetryHaiku .. Senryu .. Hybrids ... A personal, sweeping in depth analysis pertaining to people walking 'the thin line' pertaining to the sane/insane... their voice, characteristics, mannerisms, actions and reactions viewed by others and perhaps... jus...
