Category: Birds
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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On hearing of my uncle’s death
footprints lead through dust in yard angel print arch trail ends hawk in dead pine ascend unexpectedly upward 8-23-20
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Birds like sticks of dynamite
birds like sticks of dynamite circle a ship in the bay while he plants fruit trees amongst gallows on the hill birds return to roost as ship sails north into the sea sweet juice lingers on lips drips upon their chins 7-28-20
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A rainy night haiku for our lonely quarantine
cicadas and rain tree frogs calling back and forth street lights with halos 7-6-20
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silly haiku Sunday
our birds sound the same the Sahara Sandcalypse isn’t on their Twitter 6-28-20
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Excuse me
Sun comes softly on overcast morning not quite sure when rotation breaks against horizon spilling light into day Saturday’s dog walkers sleep in city trucks do not circle the park yoga warriors come in fewer numbers But still they come to roll out mats legs, shoulder width apart weight shifting from side to side A…