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why are you so lovely and not mine ?
this, i cannot say;  but you linger.
my love enjoys no one.
but you.

why are you ?
 Dec 2012 Ana Kruscic
Tom Orr
"A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously."
A yellow jacket
Pulsed while scaling candied ham
Then braced, sawed a piece
Away it swayed amongst oaks
Cicadas shrilled loud and hot
Tanka  ...needed a little reminder of warmer days and bluer skies
Moon-
'Is it not time?'

Hills-
'The fires doth caress'

Sky-
'The hills tell me so'

Wind-
'Patience Great king'

Earth-
'When digging has dug...

Doth gold not respire?'
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