Author: cfblack
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Monday haiku
sunshine after rain turtles bask on muddy banks water drips from trees 6-23-23
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Plum blossom slippers
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.(Thich Nhat Hanh) written for a poetry workshop: Rejoice in the morning of your survival Above your head a crow shakes last night’s rain from leaves Haploid to diploid fertility dance In the dewy dawn moss comes green The weight of your burden is carried…
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Red-headed stranger
High up in a dying tree Mr. Woodpecker knocks on wood Hopes a worm or insect May come to see who is calling I am not oblivious to their plight But neither am I complicit I hear him hammering at their door And do not disturb his ruse 6-18-23
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Night stalks on cat feet
Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…
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Beer money
I had not seen the old man who lives on the other side of the park since last Autumn. Today, while walking by his house, he called from his porch. I walked over to say hello. He removed a blanket from his lap, showed me his leg was gone, said he could not trim my…
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Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh
above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23
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moon rise
just because earthquakes shake mountains and they tumble to the sea is not a good enough reason to stay in the valley and not approach the stars rise up like an eagle the moon has something to whisper in your ear 6-15-23
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startled heron
you clear your throat a startled heron rises up from weeds flies to the other side of the pond begins slowly stalking shallow water, again hunger gives the skittish courage 6-15-23
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fire truck
firetruck races past red lights flashing I search the horizon for smoke relieved the sky Is clear 6-15-23
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morning tanka
Mother Nature yawns birds call back and forth in trees lone bullfrog sings bass songversation on park bench woodpecker knocks, let him in 6-14-23
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