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October 26th, 2012 at 2:20 pm
Good to see a contemporary haiku, excellent!
Alan
October 26th, 2012 at 3:35 pm
Good one, Ed
Bill K
October 26th, 2012 at 4:02 pm
A solid concrete poem, Ed. How the horizontal factory takes over the landscape and still the ball field survives. Go Tigers, from a fellow Detroiter.
October 27th, 2012 at 4:02 am
I liked it too, although I didn't get the reference until I read your comment – but it still resonates, even in rural England where we know nothing of ball industrial wastes or even ball (baseball?) games. The tension is universal.
October 27th, 2012 at 3:15 am
love it
November 23rd, 2012 at 2:37 am
Quirky! :]