Tiered Haiku

5-7-5
Every time I pass
a bouquet strung to a light-
pole, I bow my head

3-5-3
After all,
they beat us to the
punch with death

2-3-2
And this
quiddity
I need

1-2-1
It
scaffolds
me

© Christopher Rupley 2015

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