Category: Illusion
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flat earth haiku
flat earthers believeon horizon’s edge cruise shipsrock dangerously 8-13-21
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The conjuring
She asked how high do you need to stack wood in the backyard fire pit before it is classified a bonfire and do you have to light it during a seasonal full moon (with a fancy name) before you shed your clothes before a conjuring of spirits before you dance in a circle chanting incantations…
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waking haiku
what if all things are zen…and we are too numb to feel…too dumb to know? 7-6-21
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flee
I flee sharp teeth guard my back one leg anchored to a plow the other ready to run I’m a refugee fleeing oblivion the salvage yard, the fiery caldron the melting down, the disappearing once I had purpose now I’m only in the way taking up space in a shed developers will raze and haul…
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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a wall
a wall never kept a hungry animal or a fleeing deer on the other side they always find a way to go around or over or burrow underground 4-4-21
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Certitude
the Sun does not ride a chariot across the sky neither does it go down or up you and I spin towards night spin back and call it morning it never left we turned away do not blame the Sun for our recitations of illusion our dizzy spinning away and back back and away, again…
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haiku through my daughter’s window
winter sun outside glistens with dichotomy as a cold snow falls 2-9-21
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haiku for a snowy night
foot prints in fresh snow translucent halo porch light two sets came, none left 1-30-21
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Sitting with M.C.
“…..let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up by what is above us…..” M.C. Escher M.C. and I sit between hemispheres, Discuss whether we are descending or ascending. Is the floor a ceiling or just a floor? Hands reach out from chests…
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