Category: nature
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Noah’s haiku
last night it rained – wet today it will rain, again weekend forecast – wet (repeat until Asheville becomes beachfront property) 11-15-19
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She
poem for a friend ======================== She is a lucid dreamer small and lithe as the cat asleep on her bed She is an awakening dancer She runs until She hurts She has been broken and will break again She is a healer looking for a healer She is fiercely courageous fiercely loyal and fiercely afraid…
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sleeping in a strange bed
Sleeping in a strange bed your back talked to you all night You got up early tried to decide if you wanted coffee Outside it’s 30 degrees you tell yourself today should be canceled until tomorrow 11-10-19
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‘Grade School Pedagogy’ or ‘Early childhood development’
Days in the sun running through fields Pillow case butterfly net on a bent wire hanger nailed and tied to a stick Alcohol swab in a jar watch them twitch and die Stick with pin while body is soft and label for a grade 11-7-19
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Morning commute
Before the sensible rise you rise Sit on the edge of your bed listen to her breathe Ponder years of falling unconscious beside one another One eye on your sideview mirror you pull forward into traffic Warning: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear 11-6-19
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Three Haiku Wrapped in Medusa’s Curls
imagine a she walking alone cool of moon narcissistic he imagine a she her beauty accepts no guilt avenges Medusa imagine a she who walks alone brunet night the fear of rape dead 11-5-19
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Sycamore ants
In our back yard at the base of a sycamore tree lived brown ants – I would feed them cake crumbs and cinnamon sugar toast on sunny summer afternoons Watch them swarm and carry it away dry days, I would sprinkle water on the ground evenings, I watched them crawl up the bark higher than…
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East to West
yellow light on hillside coming through the trees …..promise of dawn yellow light on hillside coming through the trees ….. raging midnight fire 11-3-19
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Cold November School Days
1950’s cold rainy days days of buttered toast hot oatmeal breakfasts three spoons of sugar four, if mom wasn’t looking Days of flannel shirts and sweaters mittens tied with a string run through the sleeves of your coat yellow raincoat with a snap on hood Black galoshes pulled over shoes rows of shiny bend over…
My husband's poetry 