Haiku 2011 - #211

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songs of young robins ...

my old glories

in old boxes

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Wise and kindly trees
saying softly
... nevermind the crows.

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A lawless scratch
of blackberries
tickle the old willow.

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... and comes the printed man -
but do not ask,
he cannot say.

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(Inspired by scrabble at Flickr)

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Its own now lost,
the vast and dim sea
names new grains turn by turn.

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365 Tao Day 008 "Work":

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Certain of moth stupidities
a reclusive spider
waits ... and dreams.

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