even on gloomy
days, the sparrow's song –
warmth of her smile

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cumulus –
a hawk spirals down
the updraft

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ancient pine –
the sun climbing
limb by limb

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water’s edge
. . . briefly, the tracks
of a sandpiper

--

a snow goose
cups its wings to land—
curve of the shore

--

a ribbon
of starlings twists, turns
— this narrow road

It might be noted that I love
to write haiku about birds, in particular

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Lacking self-respect, I again seek her out,
my wounded heart oozing intimate poetry,
sonnets and pleadings of love in my
addiction to her lustful wine red lips,
mesmerizing pale thighs and *******.
She smiles perfect teeth, indifferently
sipping on one of my love poems but then
spews minute flecks, revealing nothing,
perhaps feeling nothing; I'm certain her heart
remains either dormant or nonexistent.
I know her ****** routine so well as she
becomes that familiar raptor, and I allow
her to sink razor talons deeply in my nape.
Night animals stir with fear as she carries
me off toward the blistered moon, trailing
precious bits of my love, her sensuous
midnight blue silhouette seared into
this dulled brain as my dreams of reciprocal
love are left smoldering on the foul ground,
all for another night of disdainful love.

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on the grass where
the dappled fawn had lain –
dappled sunlight

--

humid night . . .
only the cat's tail
stirs the curtains

--

a leaf flutters
in an old spiderweb
. . . these gray clouds

--

swirling leaves –
the tattered scarecrow
flashes a motorist


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morning fog –
he sips a second coffee
to clear it

--

canyon trail –
my shadow falls
over the edge

--

winter moon
. . . the backlit shuffling
of thin clouds


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morning snow –
a canyon wren singing
just above silence

--

skimming
the belly of a storm front –
southbound geese

--

in the hollow
of an oak tree –
hollow of a nest

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autumn wind –
it's the ground's turn
to display leaves

--

he'd forgotten
how many years it'd been . . .
falling leaves

--

falling leaves –
many sad memories
gathering today


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