notice board . . . messages curl aroundrusting pins
dark forest—the sound of leaf rustlewithin me
this dark night,how long does it stretch?distant bird
coldness!a pen sounds outthe ache
earth awaitsfervor's infilling . . .night tremor
lost to age . . .his path expands in dreamsacross the wasteland
night tremor . . .ancient vessels groan againsttheir moorings
wintry rage . . .summer simmers soundlyunderground
haiku dripwith inanitieson life's parade . . .
is this real?the oceanic swellof dry land
winter night —the earth resoundsoff key
winter moves through my body —spider web
winter dawn —the loss of lifewhile we slept
lightning flash —city streets rumblefree of words
before dawn —white crosses fly throughcity streets
under her feet,the dankness of rotten leavesjoins the dance
dead low water —my coming and my goingmerge as one
morning chill —'quardle oodle ardle'magpies signing in
an abyssdrumming between stars —wordless vigil
through this valleygenerations have trod. . . have trod
a thin line parses tense between us
stormlit sky —the still rolling 'r'sof the locals
breath mist —the words I whisperin my face
bitter wind . . .no longer the stingof absence
crescent moon —light drowns within palmsof emptiness
far away —the sound of a rivershaping worlds
shining cuckoo!another must reapwhat you sow
this stillness!where does it come from,ebbing tide?
a nightslow in endinginches by . . .
candle flame —a breeze flickers bywith darkness
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