Will in the Desert: haiku

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Friday, March 5, 2010

Canucks swarm boardwalk
Shorts squeeze their cookie-dough thighs
Spring in Kandahar

The beef is stringy
Rough, aged tendons left behind
Someone send me floss.

I feel the tingle
A soft breeze caresses them
The Gold Bond embrace

It can never rest
The dust is always moving
Except on my clothes

The pond lies yonder
The smell is overwhelming
Shallow breaths are key