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spring storm . . .
my roots, how deep
do they go?
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- Category: November 2014
what bird is that
singing of light
yet to be?
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chaos theory . . .
a verb edges between
subject and object
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on her stillness
the disfigurement
of a fly's shadow
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On Basho's death day -
cold drizzle . . .
dreams splutter upon
the master's lips
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On William Blake's death day -
heaven and hell . . .
forgotten gods mouth off
from the human breast
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On Richard Wright's death day -
spring wind
bringing back something
beyond recall
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bread and wine . . .
a reluctant earth
offers thanks
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- Category: November 2014
autumn deepens . . .
all the candlelight
aflame within
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- Category: November 2014
such stillness!
sun-shifting shadows
move the pine