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WALES HAIKU JOURNAL
Veteran - David Gross
We watched him stretch his arm into the sunlit pool where
the spillway stilled, slip his fingers beneath its wide belly,
and in a flash, hoist the three-foot gar writhing in his grip,
snapping rows of thorny teeth. Grinning, he said, Dance...
and tossed it toward our bare, leaping feet.
from a hospital window
my father dying
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