Category: nature
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Night stalks on cat feet
Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…
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Summertime
If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23
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anti-malarial tanka
heavy air morning single drop breaks pond surface no wind, almost rain brown duck spreads wings flies away I wish the skeeters would, too 6-30-23
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Mud dauber
because it heard your head is full of mush mud dauber swirls around your face looking for a way in to build a nest you do not swat you walk away and live to fight another day 6-30-23
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the Monday after June 29th
The woods is strangely Quiet this morning No insect drone Few birds calling from the bush Dog on the corner Barks at anything that moves Maybe it’s the heat Maybe it’s the coming storm Distance owl calls Who? Who? 7-3-23
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dragonfly haiku
blue skeeter eater on a bush, sits next to me looking for breakfast
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hot summer morning haiku
lovelorn insects sing piercing songs of want and need fragrant tea grows cold 7-9-23
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Reunion
Before the earth rolled over And said good morning to the sun, Rain came and remained until dawn. Later, you stood beside the woods And listened to gravity Call water towards ground And wondered about drops That linger among the leaves And never find rest Before ascending In midday heat To condense and try, again…
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Mr. Wright’s Kitchen Table 1966
green stained gym shoes sweaty tee-shirt sticks to your back smell of wet cut grass blisters from hand shears the sun grows hot you walk faster to finish by noon Mr. Wright calls come inside pours coke over ice condensation puddles on kitchen table he offers more coke; you drink that, too he asks if…
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haiku for a dead cicada
cicada carcass no more late night mating calls eat, sing, breed and die 7-16-23
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