Author: cfblack
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Bare essentials
When I go out in public I take off sweatpants Put on cargo pants And only carry bare essentials In my pockets Reading glasses in a cracked case Driver’s license, debit and credit card Real folding money in a zippered pocket Quarters for parking downtown Two squares of paper towel Ring of keys, notebook and…
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dancing in shallows
Just above water’s surface Sun flashes blue chrome Damselfly stalks shallows Rests on bare twigs Mates among the weeds growing along the shore Unaware and unable to control Light’s dance upon its armor It remains aloof Purified from my gaze 7-12-21
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waking haiku
what if all things are zen…and we are too numb to feel…too dumb to know? 7-6-21
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post July 4th haiku
sleeping off fireworks nature is strangely quiet happy July fifth 7-5-21
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wool gathering at 4am
I thought I saw you across the room sitting alone in your hat. I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked up. I pushed back my chair to go over, say hello and ask about mom, When I realized you’re four years gone, you got up and left without finishing your meal. 7-1-21
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a la carte
In the pine that leans over water’s edge grey blue heron spreads wings; a huge leaf that drifts to ground near shore. Preens feathers coils neck and reads the menu. A quarter way around the table it becomes shoreline. Legs move silent body leans coiled neck recalibrates. SNAP! Head plunges wings spread brown frog in…
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Old narcissus
green grass runs to shore stares at its reflection a fish kisses the sky ripples make clouds dance bullfrog belly laughs in reeds I am too tired to walk to the edge and stare 6-27-21
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St. George’s lament
lizard on fence rail dark in long shadows green among the vines did you know my forefathers hid among vines from your forefathers before stars fell from the sky before the burning before the long winter came before the dying before their bones became dragon’s lore 6-26-21
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haiku meditation in unfamiliar woods
same woodland songbirds singing different descants call out, “Who are you?” alone…..sit silent your inner child still stutters fearful…..birds may laugh a woodpecker thrums dappled light dances on soft ground with the wind in trees 6-23-21
