February 2013
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
star gazing . . .
my eyes piece together
shards of darkness
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drought relief . . .
a fair weather friend
takes a dump
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a bull whip
snaps about darting fish —
night without end
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mountain wind . . .
what hunger is this
howling leaves?
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mountain cloud
yielding space to dance
between dreams
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windswept sea —
failing light submerges
beyond all this
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shallow stream . . .
sunlight trickles over
a white stone
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ah, into one shade
many-hued chrysanthemums
fade, wither, and die
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summer wind . . .
cloud shadows dappling
parched fields
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dead sea scrolls . . .
the repetition of words
going nowhere
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navel gazing . . .
the Neon Buddha cracks
a cheesy grin
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forbidden path . . .
hiking up the stairway
to heaven
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completing now
what begins in mystery . . .
garden shrine
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Taranaki rain . . .
an image of Fujisan
breaks through