October 2012
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foggy night —
with scuttling cockroaches
fear gains a sound
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setting sun —
a tea ceremony
with plastic cups
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nymphéas;
within these depths
I submerge
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goose bumps —
the sound of a frog
enters water
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hazy moon —
come to me, hokku,
without words
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road kill —
an oppossum enters
its own shadow
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crow's feet
map out the path —
autumn dusk
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spindrift —
the lingering presence
of cats in love
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from the rock
rising from nowhere
a cool spring
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morning mist —
rising out of nowhere
a blackbird's song
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on this path,
a mosaic of shadows
meshing dreams
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this river
etches into rock
without a name
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hidden from view . . .
a nameless river etches
its voice into stone
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stiffening breeze —
from a butterfly's wings
scented gardens
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spring breeze —
within a butterfly's wings,
scented gardens
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spring fever —
butterflies blindly haunt
scented gardens
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oblivious ...
paleolithic clouds
cast their shadows
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twilight stream —
a mayfly's reverie
of grace
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summer dusk —
among other debris,
kittens
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lighting up
face after face —
dawn chorus
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graveyard shift —
moonviewer's faces
cloud over
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All Saints Day . . .
my eyes follow the mist
from valley folds
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blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music
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clocking into the graveyard shift
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against a snowy sky raven as a color
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where the smoke from a chimney ends infinity
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up in the air the edge of a dream
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some of the shadow
on the moon
is me
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all at sea —
night crawlers mark out
the edge of night
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night surf —
face after face
in the music