May 2011
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it has roots
but who would know?
lotus bloom
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haiku stream ...
the endless flow
of blossoms
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ancient frog ...
a haiku splashes
among ahas
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darkness shrouds
over bare branches ...
autumn crow
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late homework -
he cuts and pastes
web searches
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snap election -
a politician harvests
platitudes
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dark dark night ...
he enters the alchemy
of dreams
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on her ear
her lover lost
in sunrise
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night of stars . . .
a child tiptoes
in the shallows
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full moon ...
she flashes me
her smile
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a power plant
seeding manipura rain ...
radiant spring
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hint of autumn ...
hedgehogs roll out
of wonderland
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the making of
a beggar's banquet ...
open hands
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the autumn sun
somewhere behind the smoke
of her cremation
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common ground -
the dreams of the forgotten
take a break
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the scatter
of autumn leaves ...
giggling child
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cold morning ...
a late rose blooms
a shadow
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deepening night -
the silence between
heartbeats
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autumn dusk ...
long forgotten bottles
bob in the tide
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morning mist -
the nameless that haunts
my mirror
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rising sun ...
my eyes straining
tea leaves
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first date ...
she wants to swim
in my eyes
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the long night ...
a monk breaks open
his silence
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sepia moon ...
cuttlefish ripple
through dreams
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enso sun -
the negative space of
a full eclipse
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river fog ...
my hands trace out
what has gone
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purple rain ...
casting words adrift
into God
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pretending
to forget, I gasp at
a rainbow
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hidden depths ...
a dragonfly skims
what I cannot
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a moth sails
the widening gyre ...
candle flame