haiku
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sitting writing haikumy room seems cleaner--sound of children outside
standing on the pierthe water moving all around mei have to catch myself
lying on the pierhoping the bugs will find meunattractive
two loons on the lakeone dives below the surfacethe other follows
cranberry and toniccold and bitter, sweet and tarta welcome swallow
cold morning aircuts through my lungsencasing my soul
red morning sky --a tulip opensa tree dies
crocheted headbanda delicate crown for my queen --her mother's final gift
clear straight aheadblurred to the left and right --rainy day windows
big white labruns through the rain puddle tomuddy me with love
under the pinesa robin pecks at the groundpreparing breakfast
little orange cathappy to be petteduntil she's not
reaching for a stonedown by the old pond -- a splash!is that you, Bashō?
through the pinesthe sun rises to warm my day --one more day
sleepy through the woodson a cold wet morning << S N A K E ! >>a w a k e t h r o u g h t h e w o o d s
the world is uncleareverything's unfocused through amist-covered window
i see existenceas i never have before--an examined life
crickets chirpingin the pine grove at midnighta frog whistles
Four in the morningthe soothing call of a robinkeeping me awake
i searched for yearsand finally found my guidein the mirror