Category: Death & Afterlife
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Walking meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh
1) moss comes green on the morning after rain halfway to your destination not wanting to crush haploid to diploid dance you stand paralyzed 2) a crow lands on a limb above your head shakes chill water from leaves you continue on in a village of plums bloom words “each mindful step, reminds us that…
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haiku for fallen pears
under the pear tree lie half-eaten fruit…..above chatter fat squirrels 6-13-21
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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what about dead fish?
water drowns city noise a sign says, Alligators May Live Here plastic snake, ziploc baggie small stuffed bear and pieces of driftwood on the shore turtles sunbathe on rocks long-legged birds stalk the rapid edge butterflies flit around dead fish 6-4-21
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Homeward bound
The day before, the day before The day before, yesterday I found you staring up at the sun On the side of the road Neck stretched, arms and legs splayed Everything you owned on your back Shell crushed flat. Hungry birds had not found you And flies had not come yet To lay eggs in…
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The rehearsal
We rehearse for a performance unaware it has begun until applause begins We don’t know, if it is for the curtain opening or closing We wait for silence to adlib the next line “A pearl doesn’t know it’s value or understand it irritated the oyster…..” before the clapping begins again 4-1-21
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dead limb
at some point a dead limb that hung caught In branches above the road fell it must’ve been while we were gone and the city hauled it away 4-1-21
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haikus from Congaree with the grandson
brown snake suns on log bright flowers bloom on green stem turtle swims nearby grey dead pine stands tall cypress wades water knee deep woodpecker loves both lichen grows on logs wind counsels trees about death birds call down the sun 3-26-21
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Woodpecker tree
Barkless trunk stares out from park Grey spire among the green Woodpecker tree stands dying Beak thwacks on wood Hopes something sticks its head out To see whose knocking Maybe the living will gather you in its branches Prop you up a little longer Before you go to ground Until you snap off in a…
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poems from the park
Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Owl in park pulls you from a dream Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Now – it roosts in your backyard tree Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo It warns night of death’s damnation Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Ritual litany to scare and flush prey Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo A swoosh, then roaring silence Owl coos an apologist’s prayer, plunges his beak into penitent flesh,…
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