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grinding axes
a sharp tongue rubs me up
the wrong way
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autumn rain —
as the chatter ceases,
only her breath
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cloud-robed moon . . .
it stalks me along
this path
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a cool night —
my daughter's moon flutters
on the fridge
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twilight bird!
through the bush a wind
shaping sound
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distant voices . . .
the apparition of night
behind the door
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the night agape
with a poem's caesura . . .
light before dawn
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stormy night —
the distance between
then and now
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insomnia!
night conjugates 'to be'
through the tenses
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not so green,
a falling leaf spirals
through its is-ness
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wordless night —
rain's sound enters
the pool's depths
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cowering clouds . . .
over the chasm's edge
a dream of flight
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casting shadows
tonight's same old moon
doubting me
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autumn night —
at the heart of it
this black hole
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autumn light —
coolness filters through
butterfly wings
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how predictable!
the poet's exclamation
goes on and on . . .
another tanka flounders
under too many syllables
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chill moon —
trees rustle the colour
of the wind
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stillness —
stained glass fluttering
though the ruins
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autumn rain —
concealed in the night,
the moon and me
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watercolour —
a swollen river muddies
a painted sea
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reclusive spring —
sinking back to its source,
a twisting eel
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autumn's end —
the moon pierces my doubts
with its light
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weaving through
the intoxication of light,
pilgrim moths
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straight jacket . . .
within a chrysalis
flitting dreams
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the death throes
of homesick invaders:
leaf debris
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autumn deepens . . .
too much to linger with,
moon on the lake
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autumn deepens . .
while the moon and I meet
sounds of wailing
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deepening autumn . . .
more than I can linger with,
the moon on the lake
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sighing willow . . .
dawn goose steps once more
into a dream
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distant thunderstorm . . .
heartbeats enter the tunnel
at the end of light
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sinking stone . . .
what words left out
speak my name?
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autumn wind . . .
a flute enters the edge
of its sound
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early snow . . .
a stillborn's coffin
descends softly
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crushed silence . . .
magpies too wait out
the first frost
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morning frost —
the voice I listen for
in the sun's rising
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first frost —
a poet picks up manna
word by word
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tunnel vision . . .
I thread meaning
from the dust
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deepening night —
a world of names enters
the nameless
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midnight chill . . .
an incoming tide
but still no moon
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a praying mantis
sways in the cathedral
of her hands
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autumn dusk . . .
I pass by shapes
I should know
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dust particles —
I drift with my thoughts
through a sunbeam