Monday, November 30, 2009


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Box of old letters
a remembered promise
... unhealed pages.

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Yes, still
some strands of the boy
... twisted in silver.

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Page by page
she reads his prayers
... to the rain.

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There will be
other moons
... fresh rain.

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Saturday, November 28, 2009


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... so, the sparrow flies
searching another tree
but it's autumn ...

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She wishes a night
of other stars
... of other wishes.

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This home, this hold
this breath between forevers
... a kiss, this kiss ...

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His fifty-year road
to the puddle
... haven't aged a day.

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Her diary falls
opening to the page
... seems silly now.

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Friday, November 27, 2009


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A growing mound
for the rat
... if she insists.

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Well ...
at least her voice
has come home.

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This night, this night
anything, anything but
but this ... this heart.

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Of course, these worries
of course, this same road, hard rains
... and I walk, of course.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009


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November night
the rotting shoes
... of forest.

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Down the spout
and dripping out
... blup ... blup ... blup

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Half-moon, half-mist
half-rotted stars
... of autumn.

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They stand and they dream
the dreams they remember
... trees of November.

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Feather streams
to wrap the moon
... the paper edge of winter.

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Monday, November 23, 2009


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Windows of the train
clicking bye, clicking bye
clicking bye ...

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A day, a journey
a train, a window, a face
a dreamer ... a dream.

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The needle, the itch
to make faces
... at crows.

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Through the goldfish bowl
... eyes ... very ... still.

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No forgetting, no sleep
the price they claim
... voices in the rain.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Saturday, November 21, 2009


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Panes, spattered rains
and headlights giveth
... and taketh away.

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... in the wood
in the dark
me and the scratches ...

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Friday, November 20, 2009


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... in the stream
of the dusty street
eddies of other places ...

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Waking to sketches
in the places she's been
... and dreaming again.

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Skirting the lights
the passersby
... not today, not that way.

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Thursday, November 19, 2009


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Rains into rains drink
and lay a tender light
... to sip the night.

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Autumn unmade
and bending
... and rains neverending.

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Taken with the light
she misses
my love you's.

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Inspired by: RL Stars at Flickr


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This quit, this fold
this quiet of the night
... I can never find.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009


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This is ten
ten thousand mistaken steps
and one, and ...

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Photo
of a misty forest 
... p.s.  I miss you.

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(Inspired by Marek Jedzer)


Thursday, November 12, 2009


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Poor chickadee
you've too much to pray
... for winter.

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Peeled to their graces
for the judgments of winter
... only the trees.

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Look at the leaves!
the leaves! the sun!
... will see me burn as well.

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Black arms stretched for mercy
overplaying their part
... silly autumn trees!

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Whispers and teases
the foreplay winds, the near lay
... of snow.

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Through the cold window
I remember winds were full
... of maple seeds.

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Passing through the leaves
footprints in autumn
... useless.

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Mumbling to a star
a wish
... that needs repeating.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009


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Thinking, it's autumn
thinking, there must be others
... splashing in puddles.

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Out to autumn
to rain its puddles
... with no moons.

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Outside and this side
regretful things, autumn things
... me and my things.

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Monday, November 9, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009


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... far from this window
the waiting things I see
and they'll always be ...

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Still, passing
despite the tendrils
of the trees.

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Funny -
thousands on thousands of years
... and this kiss.

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Autumn desert
not of my making
... so why my shaking?

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Cold, so cold I swell
but swearing, pleading, needing
... this endless winter.

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Saturday, November 7, 2009