Category: balance
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sitting on a shady bench
damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…
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haiku for a troubled world
you don’t have to wait until your life is perfect to find happiness 5-12-26
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Nest of leaves
sun bleached bench pine cone nests on leaves you think maybe a squirrel has hidden it in plain sight or maybe it fell in the night and landed there like you fell in the night and landed here neither of you had control over the decision to exist and neither of you has control over…
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Ellipsis
Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…
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Mequbbal
Do you ever think that a prophecy is pre-existent somewhere – somehow That a prophet is just returning to the past to drag us kicking and screaming into the future Like our parents lecturing us on the living room couch that someday we would understand Someday is now and we are living that promised future…
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Indiana summers
Tonight, I can taste braunschweiger on white bread Red Kool-Aid that left a smiley face Peaches so juicy I ate them on the back steps and Fudgesicles that dripped down my chin onto my shirt I remember playing kick ball in the street Chicken on my bicycle and never turning away Freeze tag and hide-n-seek…
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Dragonfly
Stopping to almost perch on grass you followed for two blocks Steering your four winged bi-plane in and out of my path Are you bringing good fortune what are you trying to say? Black white laced wings in late afternoon sun I stopped and offered a finger you came close and flew away 7-16-20
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stairs
Some days are made for repairing stairs Some days are made for building stairs up to the porch Some days are made for climbing stairs that lead to your door Some days are made for sitting on stairs to watch your neighbors pass by Some days are made for descending stairs for a stroll in…
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haiku for those who stand strong in the face of tribulation
green weeping willow bright Hibaku Jumoku deep roots withstand fire 5-31-20 Hibakujumoku is a Japanese term for a tree that survived the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945.~~ wikipedia
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