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Tag Archives: Primitive Radio Gods

Poetry

Summer Begins in Whitestone, New York

June 19, 2018Dr. Shahzéb NajamHaiku, New York, Night, Poetry, Primitive Radio Gods, Queens, Rain, Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand, Stars, Summer, Travel, Whitestone 1 Comment

(a haiku)

summer rains, stars rise —
taking the long way home I
am mugged by fireflies

Image result for primitive radio gods

and if I die before I learn to speak / can money pay for all the days I lived awake / but half asleep?

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