June 2015
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
with cold comfort
the tribbling wood pigeon
lays me to rest
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spring cleaning —
examining his conscience
the prosecutor
(after a Basho hokku)
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winter day-moon —
something I once heard
returns to haunt me
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behind closed doors
the old prospector sieves
a summer breeze