fin.
still the same
in French
June 2014
in the storm
an orphan drawing
friendly fire
a baptism
of three white feathers
in my hair
fruit-stripped tree —
a flock of lambs gambol
to their slaughter
distant voice
in a potter's field
of dreams
breaking fast —
the nets cast out
for new seas
winter sport —
the cries of the poor
to wanton boys
the dark drift
of a floating point
between galaxies
a star
out of focus
out of itself
the sound of it
before it ceased to exist —
a big bang
frogpond —
a critic dissects
the haiku
fallow field
our bodies follow
the seasons
by moonlight
the almostness
of her kiss
secret tryst
my blood with hers
in the flea
unmeasured space
the sound of foot-falls
in the yard
still falling
the fig-leafed flesh
of its fruit
autumn flag
the bones of Hone Heke
rattle away
the sea change
at full fathom five
through his eyes
river fog —
a chiaroscuro of self
word by word
free verse poet
her paper dress unfolds
before me
thunder struck
the sky billows up
in B-flat major
death mask —
the smile so beguiling
as if it knew
parting ways
between two streetlights
my shadows
breath cloud —
at last my words
take fire
string theory —
a fly shakes free
from the web
rising stream —
ancient archetypes
haunt my words
on the wing
a twitter a halfinch
from my finger
in this world
neither a foxhole
nor a nest
between here
and the fence post
static whispers
lost and found
candlelight flickers
over her
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