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bread and wine—
nectarine flesh stained
with plum juice
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parched lawn—
I quicken to the scent
of fresh rain
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altar light . . .
the fire the cold say
just isn't
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hen party
a maid cocks a snook
at the bride
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last light . . .
I cast aside words
to enter it
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Middle-earth
a migrant magpie
lost in space
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resting its case
a kangaroo court leaps
into recess
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wailing wind . . .
the birth-blood of night
drowns my voice
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dark energy
bird-like
the gravity
her mind
defies
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by moonlight
deep scanning still waters
of almost
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its is-ness
stained in metaphors
river-stone
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autumn dawn—
behind my eyes light leaves
a yawning void
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at odds with
the song of the earth
a lone cicada
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summer haiku—
wrestling with the word
of angels
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aflame at dusk
a tui opens darkness
up to song
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moonrise
light filters through
a face palm
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night rain
sans stars sans moon
sans souciance
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in this bar too
ancient gods brood over
wine-dark seas
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before light
a breeze murmuring
soundless words
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massing clouds
my eyes strip the sky
of silence
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new moon
lighting what's left
of the night
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awake at dawn
tree bird and mountain
called by name
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alone at last
a spider navigates
a wider web
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earthbound voice
naming the one fall
that sticks
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rolling sky—
a hedgehog nudges
past its past
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ancient quill
secreting life
in a notebook
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shifting light . . .
every nuance
of the rock
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autumn dusk
the darkening rose
of her sneeze
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fallen star
the value of nickel
in loose change
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cloud wisps
a bird's flight
from the nest
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mushroom cloud—
the nucleus of reason
grows unclear
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the sound
my native tongue makes
reading haiku
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late summer . . .
cicadas shuffle sound
nonchalantly
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without guile
a prima donna's
death scene
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side to side
the coop intruder's
darting eyes
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dawn chorus . . .
light mimes its coming
noisily
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now and then . . .
the lapping sound
of the moon