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Where Art Was.
his speech crumbles as he walks.
he stares back at the residue,
and reminds himself to keep walking. -
Haiku for "Tiny Dancers"
rebirth is calling
reaching through summer to fall
deep in the earth’s soil -
Final Release
I am at one with Summer’s gold
And Winter’s Peace. I feel
No sorrow, nor regret, and with
What little sight I have still, see
What I have made, around me. -
Cream Coloured Cat
Soon the world will be mine
Said the hamster to the cream
Coloured cat. A mouthful later
And the dream was little more than that. -
Tug
Longing
Sears
Open wounds
With an agonizing balm
Of purifying discontent
And irrational beauty
(7-5-08)
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Tidal sands. (Haiku)
Water rushes, sweeps.
Tide enfolds as ground moves round.Feet engulfed. Swallowed.
