August 2012
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last rites—
I watch her eyes
let go of me
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misty rain —
a glimpse of mountains
fills the garden
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bitter wind—
Yehudi Menuhin bows
in the wings
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chilly night—
the absence bedded
in my heart
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the dark side
so much fuller tonight—
winter moon
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primal soup—
sand crabs bubble
between tides
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blossoming
on the needle's tip
a dewdrop
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dewdrop world—
goldfish discover it
time and again
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winter sky—
a beggar's eyes light up
with the sun
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cloudy eyes—
a distant twinkle
birthing stars
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this winter
darkness spins webs
within me
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morning veil—
the ache of lovers
torn apart
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groaning earth—
is this creation
giving birth?
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sprung rhythm—
tomcats retreat
in alleys
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the cascade
of two thousand light years—
southern cross
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bitter fruit—
a little boy spawning
mushrooms
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winter path —
lichens eat away
the signs
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boundless night —
a filigree of words
unfolding
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moveable feast —
birds of prey divide
the spoils
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swampy dawn —
a lone duck shooter
eases his pain
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carefree spring —
for its defining moment
a frog leaps
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dead silence —
which of these strains
reveals you?
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on this path
once her shadow too —
returning spring
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heavy clouds —
a cuckoo nests
in the pine
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out of mind
bulbs awaken
in the dark
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boundless sky —
evening traffic
streams by
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shooting season —
a duck forgets
to duck
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viewing need
from his feathered nest ...
Ryan shrugs
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coolness —
light falls where all
is music
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spring sunrise —
from the love-fire
smell of bread