January 2014
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
new year wind . . .
a cloudfront unwinds
its forecast
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tribute to john carley
wind dance —
a blackbird parts
from its song
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
autumn shadows —
my image slips behind
a thousand eyes
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cloudless day . . .
surface ripples terraform
a stream bed
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mountain mist
almost to see through
not a word to say
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the child I was
singsongs the silence
still to come
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shadow by shadow
an eel rises to the bread —
what breaks this body?
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lightning storm . . .
a mantra splits open
the heaviness
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in the racket
of steamy court battle —
a tennis elbow
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soft serves drip
from a thousand lips . . .
courtly love