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This morning,
A kookaburra call
Split the silence
Just as I was offering incense
In the predawn gloom.
I can hear it's echo
Even now.
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Practitionersof the way dance unmoving;a flute with no holes.Crippled Cold Mountaindidn't care a fig for rules;He spoke with the clouds.A stick of inc..
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In my little holocaust, I despaired as the most treasured parts of mewere wrested away,and I was made to watchas they were vivisected, or gassed, or j..
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A kite without a string.
North wind blows,
Kite goes south.
South wind blows,
Kite goes north.
Fraught,
Intemperate,
Wanting only
To soar.
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A little homage to Sylvia Plath.
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Behind the Night Sky
When the sky refused to
open up for him, Zane cried like a child. Tears sprung from his eyes into spinning
globu..
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The Endless Summer
The sun had been bright all morning, but now it
started to beat down with the savage intensity that you only get near t..
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The girl with the blue eyes
Has moved in to the apartments
Of my mind now.
Dwelling in the dark spaces,
Her hands work her carving knife..
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On a day like this,
The languid breeze
Barely stirs the leaves.
The sun hides low,
Sinking behind a cloudbank;
The birds come home to ..
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today, the treetops
caress the sky
as lovers do;
fingers tracing
invisible trails
of pure adoration,
and the sky blows
over ..
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