Wednesday, August 4, 2010


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That fir's
highest finger
... the crow's tall boast.

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And on the path
I would take
... the jay's feather.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010


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Droning words
read before, ah
... the doe chewing apple.

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Long shadows ...
that part of me
slips through the fence.

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August apples ...
on two legs
the doe's tongue.

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The broom's long shadow ...
sweeping the remains
of day.

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Ha! ...
the little fawn
caked in sunset!

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A rash of flies ...
sunset scratching
through dry stubble grasses.

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Monday, August 2, 2010


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Thorn to thorn
the tiny glass spider's
first stitch.

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