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***
I’d
like to prune the plum tree
but
it’s a hundred and ten right now,
and
I need whatever shade
of
gree..
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haiku
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On
finally discovering the road
to
wellness, the relief felt cannot be
overstated;
yet, my heartbeat skips,
joy
still ..
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***
In
a late night diner, night creates
its
own dimension, folds over space
and
time, coffee splashes,
the
scent of morni..
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***
The
day Mary moved away
I
was only ten.
Had
I cried, I might have
died
of dehydration.
Had
I f..
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***I am fed up with deathand the sorrow we endure,how death festers in our
finestmemories and turns
recollections to sackcloth and ash.I am fed up w..
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***
This
thistle, like my whiskers, like
my hair, will gray with
age, leaf-arms
will thin, and skin
grow brittle, peel
..
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***
The
day begins with dark water.
The
pond waits for legs and feet
like
some great beast tamed
temporarily,
still wild o..
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***
Two
deer suddenly
materialize
from another dimension.
A
mist holds them, like a mother
enfolds
her newborn. The pine forest..
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***
Before
I moved to Las Vegas,
I
used to dream about Las Vegas.
Now
my
dreams must be horrible.
I
never remember any.
Many
me..
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