scented night —
a moth enters the hush
between stars

 

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soundless by starlight —
the poet sipping darkness
from a mirror's eyes

 

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losing heart
a loss of words
fills the air

 

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first light
the fall from it
all around

 

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last cicada . . .
the silence crackles
around it

 

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lenten retreat . . .
a sparrow cocks its head
into silence

 

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this morning
the open window
of her eyes . . .
I emerge from darkness
with gold-flecked wings

cattails - May 2014

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drawn out scrawl
of a late cicada
on the canvas

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across the score
a cicada's
last note

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Ash Wednesday —
a first rain dampens
graveside dust

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hush . . .
a leaf is loosening
its grip

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pre-born moon —
the sea swells up
in darkness

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death march!
first quarter moon
in autumn

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autumn sky
darkness enters
the leaves

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river fog . . .
the heart of darkness
overspills

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leftover
drone of cicadas . . .
shopping mall

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star stream . . .
the road within
darkens

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after love
moonlight blurs
our edges

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summer idyll —
a wild strawberry bobs
on her belly

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Gaudete Sunday —
the ciborium so full
within the darkness

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wind change —
morning passes by
belly up

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autumn dawns —
all the absence
still to be

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from beyond
a candle flickers
with beyond

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almsgiving —
solar panels reflect
the night moon

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autumn decay . . .
I measure the half life
of her smile

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no birth cry
from the surgical bowl:
bitter spring

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nevernight —
somewhere a bird calls
or not

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bloodbeat moon —
ancestral visions writhe
through the rap

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bloodbeat moon —
a haka breaks down
resistance

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the light
enough of it now
to be a tree

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rustic morn —
from suburban oaks
leaves unleaf

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lenten reflection —
dusk smudges the horizon
into the garden

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splitting the scales of sky homebound waders

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within
a stillness stalks
the shadows

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blood shimmer —
the necromancy
of old tides

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nothing
can image now
what remains

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a fetus
in all its fury
swims its wake

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birth scream!
the soft susurration
of a cannula

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autumn harvest —
a demi-god sucks life
from its source

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moon blossom —
another bull shits
its aha

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