wading girl
a comet keeps pace
for her
July 2015
hill folds
as if defined
by fog
lost in light
a trout swirl mid-stream
ends the tale
today the sky
cheerless
being clear
deathly still —
against a cloudless sky
a leafless tree
sound of rain —
left and right of me
the not me
free of fog
tree image becomes
a tree
raw emotion:
over mass extinction
the milky way
haiku
fast becoming
the last refuge
of the literary word
once in a . . .
clear water drips
into wine
last of us
under a full moon
winter rain
spring
in the wings —
earth wake
at dead low water
in coming and in going
commit coincide
my ears race to the silence at the end of the line
between our words
we sip eternity
. . . so ordinary!
day-fall —
the rat-a-tat-chat
of otherness
coolness!
beginnings erupt
from my end
listen!
the sound of sleep
from Elsinore
tidal flats
I hear the heartbeat
of my thoughts
that rhythm!
do I hear the silence
of cicadas?
dark matter
the background resonance
of our song
withered land
an insomniac erases
the slate
Venus in bone
Oedipus on the move
with his platypus
novel twist
Ivan contemplates
a parricide
night terror
Jung awake parses
archetypes
elastic dreams
old crones stretch out
the fate of words
dream dance
the partners hanging
on a participle
skeining words
a smile ping pongs
from eye to eye
gibbous moon
the hippo awake
a sheep no more
low tide
the endless sighing
of the pines
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