Kurt Vonnegut,
Slaughterhouse Five
in a damp cellar
like that of a serial killer
bare bulb lit
Bowling Green, Ohio.
I drank canned beer,
and began an embrace
of pacifism and paranoia.
The world above
engulfed in darkness.
Matsuo Basho,
The Narrow Road
to the Deep North
in a basement converted
beautifully to a library
Boulder, Colorado.
I read some, then stared
at morning sun on the foothills
preparing to devote myself
to meditative travel,
to Rocky Mountain haiku.
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