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Christian Bixler Jul 2017
dragging wood
now at the end of a long day
a song for weariness
Singing an old song under the roar of the mower, and in those times when I found myself alone as I worked to clear several stands of new growth saplings. It was a shame to cut them. The song helped in keeping up my spirits.
Christian Bixler Jul 2017
dragging wood
now at the end of a long day
an easy task
Christian Bixler May 2017
monument
now upon the faded ground there lies
one more feather
Peace, in the oneness of things.
Christian Bixler May 2017
simplicity
now in the flickering of a new bulb
a look-alike
Christian Bixler May 2017
wondering
perhaps in the ocean's spray
a ghost's habitation
Goodbye and hello, as always.
the ghost crab--strange creature.
Christian Bixler May 2017
turning inward
spring green bends to blended white
a small vase
All things are one.
Christian Bixler Apr 2017
knowing the answer
in a porcelain vase the deutzia
is slowly wilting
The question of projection, and the peoples love for it.
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