August 2016
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not this tree, no!
here the abstract shadow
of winter trees
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traced in the wind
the trails of my daughter's
autistic bent
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i.m. Jane Reichhold
filling in
between fragment and phrase
an empty space
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between breaths
I bear the likeness still
of what the mist conceals
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turning a new leaf
I rewrite my steps away
from the Basho
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bobbing through dreams too
a refined savagery
that seem to be words
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signs of spring . . .
seedlings coil tightly
down under
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just like that
a post-war ploughshare
in the flesh
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spring creepers –
once again death swept
under the carpet
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divine silence –
cross-hair of words strained
between stars
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unseasonal words –
earth becomes seized by
its climacteric