January 2013
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expanding night . . .
the sound of a morepork
between stars
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pre-dawn chill . . .
backwash from night's flotilla
of dreams
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a blue rinse
of withering clouds . . .
wind from the west
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ancient garden . . .
a slug retraces the glow
of its path
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before dawn . . .
a pilgrim among mangroves
sighing mist
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these traces of dreams . . .
high winds shaping cloud layers
of indifference
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a tv somewhere
numbing the sound of nothing —
moonless night
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rainforest . . .
traces of a butterfly
incensing shadows
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first light . .
darkness trickles away
with the dewfall
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night maneuvers —
arching over old boulders,
a river of dreams