May 2012

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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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full moon ...
she flashes me
her smile

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nameless shapes
unfurl in river fog ...
this too has no name

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perigee moon ...
the last orange
more orange

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a power plant
seeding manipura rain ...
radiant spring

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borrowed autumn ...
these hedgehogs rolling 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