Category: night
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Street life
Unafraid of the night as if they own the street they strut under the street light Stand at the edge of the park deciding if they’d done enough damage for one night Car lights approach they flee into the woods lights recede One doe appears from shrubbery tears off a last bite calmly follows the…
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haiku for late autumn
sock hat, gloves and coat starry sky, walk in the dark crisp the silent night 12-2-20
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two haikus
darkness does not fall it slowly lays down to rest so it is not hurt morning does not break it wears rosy pink panties under its blue jeans 11-21-20
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Translucent rags
After everyone had gone home only the pulsating glow of embers remained. I watched a possum walk through the yard. A woman appears in the chair next to me, wild hair, dressed in translucent rags that moved in a wind I could not feel. She says the moon is beautiful, I reply I cannot see…
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October’s slaying moon
Because night’s chill lingers in morning shadows I step off our porch, sit in light upon an old brick wall Listen as a cadenced beat portends the pillage of red stained leaves piled up upon the ground 10-3-20
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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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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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