Imitations of Busin

Posted: March 30, 1992 in Poetry
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I
a cricket
gets eaten by my
black scorpion.

II
a cricket
wonders what Robert Frost
is doing.

III
a cricket
is waiting
for a blackbird.

IV
a cricket
digests my poetry
thoughtfully.

V
a cricket
chirps loudly somewhere in
my dark room.

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