February 2014
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an apple
here in hiding
. . . nothing more
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along this path
a bellbird chimes descant
to my footsteps —
she listens to the way
I sing inside my head
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war rumours
a wood pigeon
moves tree
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moonless night . . .
the persistence
of nothing
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empty glasses
amid protestations
of love
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sound of water
a child counts tadpoles
on one hand
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first light . . .
I awaken to a dream
of myself
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late mail . . .
I catch a whisper
of snow
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white noise . . .
cicadas flesh out
summer
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day moon . . .
the gap between shot
and victim
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moon-haunted sky —
a night bird sounds out
that which was
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willows
in a foreign tongue
word the wind
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suckling child . . .
silence gathers
within her
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joyful decade . . .
the undercurrent
of cicadas
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withered fields . . .
a corporate think tank
traps the rain
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end of summer . . .
light grows heavy with heat
and cicadas
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after dark
more than just echoes
the cicadas
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summer's end
the morepork gives out
an aged sound
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failing light . . .
my feet outrun the dust
of another town
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utterly spent
the smudges of lipstick
at sunset
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summer clouds tower
from the orchestra pit —
woodwind section
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stillness —
a humid night thickens
in my head
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tuareg dusk
a caravan of clouds
from the west
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summer haiku
yawning doggerel
sprawls the page
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lingering heat . . .
eyes close to sustain
the sunset
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night vision —
the same empty page
soaks up light
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