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Five Cinquains

Cinquain at the Laundromat

Two veiled,
pretty women
fold laundry side by side,
beyond words, mother and daughter
gently.

What You Missed

Again
this year a bird
entered the apartment
through a tight air duct. Our walls sang
for days.

Overwhelmed

Harsh squawks
and motor sounds
and on the corner, I
am standing still and hollowed by
the heat.

Cut Short

sweetness
the sickly taste
of nothing when it comes
from you

Invisible

I think
of my tattoo
hidden from your view
like the rest of me. Its own blind,
scared self.

(August 5, 2003)


© Katherine Maheux, 2003.