Category: nature
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surface tension
Insects light gently on the pond A thousand tiny circles intertwine A fish rises up to feed And overwhelms concentric lines Turtle periscopes water A valley wake where circles disappear You sit on dry land Wishing you could fly 6-27-22
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Believing
believing that somehow if you could get just a little closer, you could bring the universe into better focus you stood on your deck and stared up at the stars 6-27-22
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Paper Nest Hornets 2022
Five paper nest hornets are building overhead, again Unconcerned how nervous and scared it makes the man on the porch feel. Soon it may be too unsafe outside And he and his husband will be forced back inside, because outside will be unsafe Forced to sit on the other side of the pane looking through…
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wet Wed. haikus
coffee cup in hand umbrella in the other rainy morning walk mother memories wrinkly toes in squishy shoes “Leave the mud outside!” the slow rain falls hard mushrooms will pop tomorrow mint tea in forecast rivulets clean street makes the weeds grow tall and fast I might as well nap 6-29-22
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wet wood wind haiku
the morning after wind plays liquid rattle song dripping last night’s rain 7-2-22
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Voyeurism 101: Saturday Morning at the Soda City Market in Six Easy Lessons
1) Arts and crafts – your name in wood, Handmade bird houses and bowls to sit on a shelf Tee-shirts – tie dyed, cute sayings, political epithets, Painted flags, cows and chickens with claws, birds on the beach Handmade pens and jewelry maybe imported from third world sweatshops 2) Food booths and trucks – artisan…
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batrachian haiku
in high grass by pond days removed from tadpole spawn frogs of dewy dawn 7-9-22
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morning news
neck coiled beak sharp ready to strike blue heron waits standing still stalking shallow shadows waiting for breakfast to make a mistake you watch fascinated unable to look away 7-10-22
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Cicadas
All night they sing in the trees hoping to breed and some of them breed and those that don’t, sing and they sing all night and some of them sing all morning and into the afternoon until it is night, again and you wonder do they sing in shifts or do they sing while sleeping…
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