greying days — am I flowing along withthe river's flow?
ah, so soon!yesterday fallingabout me
incoming tidethe meaning of these wordsparts from them
a tuatarastares into the other sideof nothing
autumn rainthe last of my childhood dripsfrom a magnolia
autumn rainthe colour splashingfrom her steps
milky waya snail shell spiralswithin me
fallen housea mayfly drifts byon its ripple
hermit craba child on the rockshugs herself
on tiptoesthe music of the spheresin her giggle
lengthening shadows —through the paschal mysteriesan earthbound seedwing
late snow!in this deliriumwho dances?
dew fall . . .my thoughts cling stillto what I knew
well waterwashes my feet — rising mist
third hour . . .death cracklesin shock
curtain calla fledgling teetersin the wings
haiku feast —the sound of one penwriting
ancient pond . . .shafts of moonlight anglingthrough the depths
stealing sleepfrom an empty tomb —morning dew
with and withoutthe waxing moon —Taranaki!
autumn layoffs —a skeleton stafftests the locks
the duckbehind the duckbehind
last supper —from olive eyesmoonlight seeps
darkly through a looking glass . . .godly fire
autumn moonoutgoing seas strip baremy shadow
winter moon—loneliness blossomsa river
how profound!a river flowersthrough the night
idly, a sparrowdeposits its daily stoolon my bread
fish weigh-in . . .the sea's iridescencetips the scales
learning curve — a repeat offenderfinds his path
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