First Cousins
Perhaps justice is akin to kindness,
I Want To Know What Causes It
I want to know what causes this pain.
Not just the ache we all eventually have
in the shell of our muscle and bone.
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Various Newer Haiku
Haiku written in May thus far. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.
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Why AI Will Not Take Over the World
And this six o’clock
Saturday morning,
I thought I’d be brave
enough to write about
birds, or how blessed
anyone is to get to grow
old, only I am thinking
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The World Has Changed from when I Last Was Here
I want to tell you things
look different now, more
early morning, more finch
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Backstories
Even dandelions have backstories,
if you think long enough about your
past. How when you were supple
I Do Not Know the Name of this Town
And I would like to label it just a bad mood,
this feeling of being closed in, trapped by
failing bone and muscle and a system set
tightly around the rich and healthy. Except
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I Was Okay Until I Found Her Collar
Moving inherently means sorting
through the ages, opening trunks
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I Do Not Know Which Days I Am Celebrating
It was Trapper Keepers
and binders, the smell
of vinyl, paper, and chalk,
how the window sounded
cracked open, because
September can still be
warm. And whenever I
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I Am Not That Poet
Or perhaps you picture
a black-clad student in
back of class, wilting
on the drug of the day,
carving punked out words
into a silent desktop.
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Classic Rock
Wide eye open, top
of the pyramid scheme,
stairway to some kind
of heaven. Or did you think.
Ivy
For months, we tried to be rid
of you. You, too thick. Too prickly.
Too wandering amid the many
fingered hedges and greenery.
Much too, much too, invasive.
So Much the Better
there is the difference
they know when to hit high notes
nightingales
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Ablution
First, though, I must drink decaf coffee,
because why bother with anything else
until that piece has been done? It’s not
Left Handed
My left hand has
done most of the work
for me, built a thick
callous on my middle
finger where rests
My Dear Friend, the Artist
Based on a writing prompt from Poetry Super Highway for National Poetry Month, 2024 and this news article:
“The US was getting too expensive. So this artist relocated to France for a slower-paced life”
By Silvia Marchetti, CNN
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