May 2015
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Written by: Stephen Bailey
dawn coolness . . .
first words air-brushing
the breath of god
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Written by: Stephen Bailey
deep autumn:
clear water wells up
through darkness
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mist-mired moon
another haiku
backspaced over
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mother's day —
forest mist stretches
beyond the smog
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skimming stone . . .
identity theft
in the air
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roadside diner
bluebottles flash
briefly blue
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look at this!
the one I am
in sleep
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tone poem —
autumn rattles
into a mosaic
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between stars
loneliness takes on
darker tones
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spring rain
sound plip plopping
from the eaves
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the moon tonight —
light's reiteration
of the incomplete
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offered up
quiet as a comet
her breath cloud
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red leaves
now just the dark wine
of peace
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prayer flags
the wind takes up
while words falter
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may day —
a distress of leaves
labours on