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my cabbage patch
resists Monsanto . . .
white butterflies
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huddled up with flu . . .
my heart becomes a stranger
to the word made flesh
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distant echoes . . .
the Homeric laughter
of yesterday's news
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weeping willow —
the silhouettes of me
cast by wanton stars
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street litter —
genetic debris drifts
all around
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fallen leaves —
the tree an oak becomes
in winter rain
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a gull's cry
snared by the wind
fades from sight
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a morepork's cry —
helplessly I grow older
night by night
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a morepork’s cry —
curling through the valley
silence finds a voice
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a morepork's cry —
far from the world of words
alone with the moon
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candle flame —
a breeze flickers by
with darkness
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- Category: July 2013
this stillness!
where does it come from,
ebbing tide?
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- Category: July 2013
crescent moon —
light drowns within palms
of emptiness
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- Category: July 2013
bitter wind . . .
no longer the sting
of absence
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- Category: July 2013
stormlit sky —
the still rolling 'r's
of the locals
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through this valley
generations have trod
. . . have trod
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- Category: July 2013
an abyss
drumming between stars —
wordless vigil
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- Category: July 2013
morning chill —
'quardle oodle ardle'
magpies signing in
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- Category: July 2013
dead low water —
my coming and my going
merge as one
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- Category: July 2013
under her feet,
the dankness of rotten leaves
joins the dance
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- Category: July 2013
before dawn —
white crosses fly through
city streets
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lightning flash —
city streets rumble
free of words
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- Category: July 2013
haiku drip
with inanities
on life's parade . . .
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- Category: July 2013
wintry rage . . .
summer simmers soundly
underground
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- Category: July 2013
night tremor . . .
ancient vessels groan against
their moorings
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- Category: July 2013
lost to age . . .
his path expands in dreams
across the wasteland
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- Category: July 2013
earth awaits
fervor's infilling . . .
night tremor
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- Category: July 2013
this dark night,
how long does it stretch?
distant bird
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- Category: July 2013
dark forest—
the sound of leaf rustle
within me
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- Category: July 2013
notice board . . .
messages curl around
rusting pins