Category: nature
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maybe it will rain
squirrels are sleeping in robins and cardinals forage in tall grass dew lies thick upon the ground air heavy and warm insects are quiet this morning hawk circles high above distant train wails it’s leaving town but will return 8-10-23
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Smoky mountain vacation
because they thought bear repellant worked the same as insect repellant and because they were too bright to read instructions they spent their vacation recovering from chemical burns in a small town hospital safe from bears 8-9-23
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Georgia morning haiku
at our daughter’s place insects sing to wind in trees crows argue in woods 8-5-23
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Raleigh 10:30am
Above our daughter’s neighbor’s house Dead limbs stand among green Death In the midst of life Draws me in, suspends me in air 8-5-23
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Of the pond
still water mirror reflects the sky insects drone birds are quiet swallowtail glints yellow in the sun dragonfly skims weeds along the shore breeze flees hot morning waits for evening to return 7-25-23
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Sundown
light hangs on the rim of the sky bullfrogs call back and forth along the pond, tree frogs chatter in the foliage mosquitoes have become vampires clouds grumble about the heat and promise rain desperate cicadas scream come find me; I don’t want to die alone 7-21-23
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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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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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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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hot summer morning haiku
lovelorn insects sing piercing songs of want and need fragrant tea grows cold 7-9-23
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