Haiku 2010 - #920

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Still life with fruit ...

that fly

never quits.

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

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Soaked in the world
drenching the world in vision -
the fullest breath.

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Paper, ink, and sleepless flesh
become poem
and it becomes ...

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The must of harsh clarity -
but then ... sepia mists
forests of wondrous murk!

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