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just for today
the blossom that was
never mine
Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
2013 Haiku Invitational International Section - Sakura Award
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- Category: March 2013
rehab farm —
unspent shells weather
into ploughshares
Johnny Baranski - August 2014 (War and Peace)
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cold comfort —
a usurer warms himself
with moth balls
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priestly prayer . . .
a pedophile grooms
his millstone
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it is finished!
the charge of sap that drives
my birth to bloom
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dark night —
the word lacking flesh
enters silence
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before dawn
the awakening of words
from their silence
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milky way —
moths ascend the vortex
of candle-light
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song of summer —
a tone poem glides
through the words
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brushstrokes
of darkening summer . . .
shadows fold in
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milky way —
what brushstrokes to paint
the void, the stars?
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lenten rest . . .
an earth dweller reflects
on the moon
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sultry night . . .
words of kindness thicken
into syrup
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morning dew . . .
my reflection hangs
on each drip
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autumn night . . .
the darkness itself drowns
in a radio
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this hand of mine,
what other shapes waste away
in autumn mist?
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autumn dusk . . .
shadows stretch across
the chess board
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hanging moon . . .
thuds from mourner's shovels
echo the loss
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dangling leaf . . .
a threnody rises
from the earth
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the milky way . . .
nothing more than
a vague fragrance
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stars, hide your fires
let not light see my dark
and deep desires
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possum freeze . . .
night seals its shadow
to the road
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through the night
death's chess pieces storm
my refuge
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haiku's birth—
a child fitting words
to bird song
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autumn dawn —
why this struggle to rise
from sleep's embrace?
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morning breeze . . .
a candle flame
flickers still
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learning curve —
a repeat offender
finds his path
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fish weigh-in . . .
the sea's iridescence
tips the scales
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idly, a sparrow
deposits its daily stool
on my bread