May 2013
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autumn light —
coolness filters through
butterfly wings
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how predictable!
the poet's exclamation
goes on and on . . .
another tanka flounders
under too many syllables
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reclusive spring —
sinking back to its source,
a twisting eel
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autumn's end —
the moon pierces my doubts
with its light
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weaving through
the intoxication of light,
pilgrim moths
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straight jacket . . .
within a chrysalis
flitting dreams
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the death throes
of homesick invaders:
leaf debris
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autumn deepens . . .
too much to linger with,
moon on the lake
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autumn deepens . .
while the moon and I meet
sounds of wailing
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deepening autumn . . .
more than I can linger with,
the moon on the lake
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sighing willow . . .
dawn goose steps once more
into a dream
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distant thunderstorm . . .
heartbeats enter the tunnel
at the end of light
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sinking stone . . .
what words left out
speak my name?
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crushed silence . . .
magpies too wait out
the first frost