February 2014
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bumper harvest time —
a rich man plans bigger barns
to hoard his excess
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Huysmans' tortoise . . .
a hip-hop pimp hobbling
under guilt
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still not found
what he is looking for
night busker
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valentine's day
the wandering eyes
of a blackbird
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rain forest . . .
all the trees not found
in my books
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sound of water —
a haiku hinges on
this line break
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little sparrow . . .
biscuit crumbs trail
before her
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autumn dusk . . .
afterglow of peace, love
and mung beans
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I stumble among
undetonated egos . . .
haiku killing field
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festering sky —
a child gathers bandaids
from the cliff bottom