Category: fire
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morning haiku
waiting for your breath last night’s ash still speaks of fire in warm, glowing terms 5-23-21
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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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Job fair on Mt. Horeb
It wasn’t the burning, but the talking, the order giving, commands to go back to the scene of the crime and making demands and threats. Killing non-combatants in a war of words between empire and the kingdom of heaven has nothing to do with burning. The shall nots are easy; do nothing and you win.…
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Haiku Meditation on a Sunday Morning Sitting by the Remains of Last Night’s Fire with a Cup of Coffee Watching Birds in the Park Across the Street at Sunrise
1) Sunday morning shoes canvas loafers don’t need shined Dad would not approve 2) ash remembers fire when flames don’t stay the night trees filter morning 3) crow stares with one eye red birds forage for breakfast jays flash blue on green 4-18-21
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