night birdis your cry the soundof suicide?
sultry night . . .words of kindness thickeninto syrup
with them allI hang on every wordnot spoken
morning dew . . .my reflection hangson each drip
autumn night . . .the darkness itself drownsin a radio
skimming dreamsdawn breaks overmy eyelids
this hand of mine,what other shapes waste awayin autumn mist?
autumn moon — a morepork finds itselfin shadows
autumn dusk . . .shadows stretch acrossthe chess board
stillness!music strains beyondits sound
hanging moon . . .thuds from mourner's shovelsecho the loss
dangling leaf . . .a threnody risesfrom the earth
night fall . . .leaf prints echo stillthe dance
the milky way . . .nothing more thana vague fragrance
stars, hide your fireslet not light see my darkand deep desires
possum freeze . . .night seals its shadowto the road
paper trail . . .a night's emptinesspeters out
through the nightdeath's chess pieces stormmy refuge
haiku's birth—a child fitting words to bird song
autumn dawn —why this struggle to risefrom sleep's embrace?
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