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Haiku: Mist Opportunity

Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)

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Haiku: Waiting for Three

What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s justĀ a poem.

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Haiku: Perspective

A tree in my yard, upheaval in my country. The tree stays the same.

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Haiku–Red and Green

Bleeding from twenty small cuts on my arms and legs; yard work has a price. (www.osoti.net)

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Haiku–Brick and Mortar

Bricks upon more bricks; playing with mud holds them tight. Sore: understatement. (brick: obsidiandesign.com; circle: backdoorsurvival.com)

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Imagination

The freeway is the ocean, the stars are just as high, but fewer. I am tired, but can still pretend what is real is somewhere near, not a lifetime away. My imagination saves me again.   (top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: lovethesepics.com)

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Haiku–Drying Wrack

Standing in the rain is different if you don’t have a dry home place.

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My Urban Life

The east wind blows cold, ruffling the hair where it lays against my ears. It smells of fir, river, and traffic. My urban life is a friend with whom I often argue. I always question my place in it. Answers … Continue reading

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Haiku–Last Leg

Last leg underway; the roar is on the outside; both my ears are full.   (top: postadvertising.com; bottom: seatmaestro.com)

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Haiku–Plumby Dummy

Plumbing is my bane: water seeks its own level, just out of my reach.

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