Saturday, May 30, 2009


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Soppy moon
sun-glazed, floating
... in bitter brew.

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Drifting cottonwood
passing mountain
... fading star.

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Twilight rains
silly crows sitting
... soaking in misery.

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A morning's murder
far fading screams
... of crows.

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From the swell
and crack of spring
... summer spiders.

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Things of voice:
paper crisp, ink fresh
... hand true.

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Thursday, May 28, 2009


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Of things unfinished:
heart and heart's desires
... and desires not.

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Look!
What moon! A crescent moon!
Stars! Stars tonight!

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009


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Things that tickle:
kittens playing in a bag
... love's build and spill.

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Things of love:
buttons, clippings, ribbons
... old letters.

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Things horrible:
apathy and absent empathy
... the end of a rain.

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Things secret:
robins creeping through tall grass
... a spider's dreams.

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Things magical:
little fires of sunset
... splashed deep into forest.

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Things on edges:
a stalking cat
... mother and child parted.

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Things bittersweet:
the snowy end of blossoms
... mother's hair turned grey.

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Things transparent:
fawns playing in a meadow
... sated lovers sleeping.

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Green cherries -
a pie before robins
... or not.

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Tiny swellings
of an apple tree
... naughty bees.

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Things most sweet:
the glee of little bees
... hawthorn blossoms.

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A list
of last things:
... things only name.

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Monday, May 25, 2009


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A list
of things returned:
... things rusted.

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A list
of true things:
... things with limits.

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A list
of fading things:
... things moving, things still.

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A list
of tragic things:
... things that flutter.

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A list
of things trespassing:
... things that belong.

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A list
of things not yet:
... things that are common.

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A list
of pungent things:
... things written.

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A list
of things that are lost:
... things needing boxes.

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A list
of things that question:
... things that burn.

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A towhee
alone choosing seeds
... unwanted.

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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009


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Kingfisher
hunched and waiting
... so many robins!

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Tiny sparrow
the solitary art
... of blossom nuzzling.

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I didn't ask
to be sweet and lovely carnival
... mosquitoes!

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Again and again
a bird, a plea
... I cannot answer.

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Bursts of dandelions
their pious humility
... forgotten.

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A tiny hand
balloon of smiles
... away.

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Sweet and bitter bloods
the potion
... of black earths.

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Crow in the night
his message
... lost.

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She keeps
and folds with other
... and another time.

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


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Stars and forest
hush to the stories
... of treefrogs.

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All around
the lovely worries
... of robins.

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Forest in the round
sunsetting-singalong
... robins.

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Orchards as addiction
to the meats
... of order.

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Dandelion towers
through some few skeletons
... of autumn.

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Pauses of eventide
beyond an open window
... and held kisses.

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Is it you?
It's you, isn't it?
... her eyes.

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Before breath
at whisper's end
... Buddha.

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Gaia swelling
children of children
... blood for love of blood.

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Poetry
and overgrown dandelions
... the same thing.

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Soak and swell
the smell, the rush and tarry
... of summer.

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Comes now, summer
for dreaming and dreamers streaming
away, away ...

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Backsides and frontsides
heartsides and what-else-besides
... peels of poetry.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009


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Beneath rain and pine
she stood, we stood
... and laughed.

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To what I've not seen
not felt, not yet
... what time?

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Night's puddle and pool
their time to hold and listen
... trees.

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Raised cutting voices
she shrinks to snows
... and erases.

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The wit
of treefrogs
at the moon's expense.

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Violin, cello
gramophone, old lovers, rain
... sounds of sepia.

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Out! Must out
to the night, to rains and drenches
... to no small things!

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One night
one heart, one shadow
one road, one road, one road ...

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Paces, faces in the rain
quick to shore, to veil
... to unquenched places.

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The cat's
insistent counsel, vague
... as always.

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Crows
their scratchy prophecies
... I ain't buyin'.

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Monday, May 18, 2009


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Fears of flying
in city, she says
... the angles are all wrong.

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Hard city
the gravity and grate
... of too much echo.

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Magical, yes
but so too is forest
... horrible city.

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Night's breeze
shh ... names
only trees can speak.

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Down viral streets
margins, hems, boxes
... even stone sparrows.

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Everywhere
swamp, stench and scratch
... summer stick and stew.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009


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Cataclysm
names all the stars, my love
... and your smile.

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The blossom quit
the fruit now set
... comes the peel to dream.

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Prayers in the rain
... what is spoken
... what is meant.

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Even across near dark
cast of the forest
... and of her.

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A feisty little moth
or perhaps ...
just a game of tickle.

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Quite the nag
this little moth
... Truly, I meant no offense.

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Saturday, May 16, 2009


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Hush now, hush
let only this peel, this melt
... this kiss.

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(Inspired by Claudio at Flickr)


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How easy
the meadow wilds
... no sweaty madnesses.

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Here's a photo
a fragment crisp and coddled
... a prejudiced blade.

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Far this scratched road
a spare man choosing
... those unchosen ends.

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Come rains
who know the much of me
... to know that much again.

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She comes play
but never game
... heart far more than blood.

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How my secrets pale
in these dim gordian twists
... of forest.

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Friday, May 15, 2009


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Twilight crystals
sprinkled across the meadow
... and I cannot breathe.

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Breast into forest
to feed and to feed
to unmask ... to marry.

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Thursday, May 14, 2009


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Not these rains, their bring
not the tickles, her laughter
... and loving after.

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No scratches in stone
no diggers, no rising winds
... the crow's last shadow.

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And so, the nest of night
my seclude, my pool
... my echo.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009


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Weave of forest
limbs of penitence
step after snapping step.

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Rapt with the failing light
the cuckoo and I
... coveting day, coveting night.

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Rains tender
a night of stars
... and I, where am I?

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Panes to blossoms
the dizzy tap-tap-tapping
... of orchard bees.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009


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Whiff and lingering draw
the fawn and feed
... of apple blossoms.

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Meek folds of forest
I demure to secrets
... of wild grape blossoms.

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She ripens pale
in moon silver, tucked
... in lilies.

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(Inspired by Laura Swift at Flickr)


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Mile onto mile
her name, her name
... the plea of her name.

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(Inspired by Slipper Buddha at Flickr)


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Working hearts to find
... a shovel more
... a shovel more.

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(Inspired by Javi Indy at Flickr)


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To evening fields
devoted hands
... and the sow of harvest.

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(Inspired by KaKTaRuA at Flickr)

Monday, May 11, 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009


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What audacity!
... justly admonished
by nesting robins.

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Beyond the glass
... trees waving
from the tender dance.

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Cool squishy muds
deep, deep the toes of trees
... I'm ashamed.

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Trees say to me
they say, they say
they say to me ... shh.

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Too few fingers
for so, so many stars
... but look my love, the trees!

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Friday, May 8, 2009


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Mighty, mighty twilight -
ripping out the sun
to paint in the night.

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Watching ... watching
expecting to see and
no ... just watching.

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I know her hands
I know them, I do
... I do, I ...

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Speaking to her
a new sound of love
... or very old one.

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She glances
and we'll never be strangers
... never.

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Every, every reason
to love her ... or simply one
but always, always reason.

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(Inspired by TeresAdoraphy at Flickr)


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Sinks
sitting locked or riding away
... or walking, just walking.

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Thursday, May 7, 2009


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Crows, birds preparing
warnings of endings
... they've seen this before.

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Disapproving crows
on their way
... to other disapprovals.

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Stark trembling to petal
to cherry-plump robins
... to peel and tremble more.

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Bubbles in puddles
echo passing faces
... passing city.

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Should I thank her
for nails unused
... and leftover peaces?

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Scattered postcards
vignettes in place of life
... but love, always love.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009


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Squall's frenzy
the writhe and flinch of forest
... Steady moon, steady.

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A rare night
rains of every rain
... winds of every breath.

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Days within glass
within boxes, within shadows
... within fears to pass.

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Shh ... stay
stay and love another day
and another ... and every other.

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(Inspired by Margo Ovcharenko at Flickr)


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Finger-twisted curls
and there, there she goes
... a kind of magic.

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(Inspired by NNBB & Alf at Flickr)


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Smoking, thinking
in the sizzling rain
... crisp curling night.

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009


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Tiny hawthorns
cold, cold whipping rains
... such worries, such worries.

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Unraveling
cherry blossoms
... perhaps, my neglect.

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Naughty jays
upsetting the peace
... Mother Moon concealed.

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Assured cat
an ev'nin' window
... it's all still there.

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A fifth of May
the forty-ninth
... by ev'ry sense, otherworldly.

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Beat, breath, memories
sounds of nothing
... everything.

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Monday, May 4, 2009


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Patter
of a thousand thousand clocks
... the rain's tender time.

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Rings of spatter
melodies and fugues whispered
... Bach in the rain.

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Rain and whistling gale
tossed maples reply
... don't be afraid.

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Tangles of memories
tangled in words and mind -
this moment's tangles to find.

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The grind
the slap of streets
... and wary sparrows.

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Saturday, May 2, 2009


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Skins of streets
skins of street people
... textures of means.

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Spare smokes and doorways -
the cowl, the melt
of severe city.

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Roaming where I must
where I will -
the rain's take ... its fill.

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The must of feed
and feeding, of painted and painting
... of loved and loving.

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(Inspired by Solea at Flickr)


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A sprint of sparrows -
turf war
robins and jays.

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Reflections
dear and captive to the water
... but none of thee.

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(Inspired by Uteart at Flickr)

Friday, May 1, 2009


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An' then she says,
"Dis' really gon' make ya cry."
... Sure kid, sure.

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(Inspired by Tina at Flickr)


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Panes
clean through ta sunset
... jus' ain't goin' that far.

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Snows of Beltane -
apple petals blush
with the folds of lovers.

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Whispers
of redwoods in the mist
... It isn't time that passes.

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Gathered in gossamers
she seeps perfumes
of summer butter.

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Tones of absence -
nothing of shadow
but an untended clock.

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