Author: cfblack
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haiku requiem of corn
bright blue summer day golden tassels in a field corn’s sweetest harvest 7-25-25
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the crunch of haiku litter
in heat of summer last year’s harvest of brown leaves call remember me 7-25-25
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haiku of the leaf
caught in the moment between release from the twig and tumbling to ground 8-8-25
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haiku for a sunny day
dappled shadows dance back and forth like sandpipers dance before the sea 7-24-25
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Waiting
beyond the door of our house I sit in the shade on my right a small table, a bottle of water, a notebook, a book of poetry, a book of prayers bright green moss cushions my feet birds call from the woods the Tourettes hum of distant traffic palms turned skyward I’m waiting for healing…
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Frontlines
Some nights, I’m hunkered down in the bottom of a muddy trench facing an enemy I cannot see. My finger on the trigger firing at no one, everyone, anyone just trying to survive. 7-15-25
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Rhapsody in grief
songs of light strung across the sky fire reflected in the sea heartbeat drones on and on and on memories steeped in joy and pain no rules, no rhyme, no syncopated time rhapsody in blue and black grief played in mystic time songs of light strung across the sky 7-14-25
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Afternoon rain
Afternoon rain I dreamed of uprooted trees drifting like dirigibles across the sky birds fly in and out of leaves. After the rain I walked in the park the moss is bright green only birds and a lone cicada sang. 7-13-25
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Elegy for a cockroach
A cockroach lies dead behind my chair on the porch. I do not mourn its passing. It is one of those large ones that reside in the South among dead leaves under the bark of trees, on your porch. They do not respect privacy or care for cleanliness. If they can cohabitate and live with…
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