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a poet in love with haikuhas a friend who's in love with it toowhether five-seven-fiveor more free-form they striveto every day write one or two
overcast day--orange crescents on the red hoodproof of sun's life
outside a still lifein gray and white--barn star on the shed
overplayed songs:Free Bird, Stairway, Turn the Page --years later I still can't...
single-pane windowcracked in the night -- winter claimsanother victimjust a day in northern Mainethe way life should be, they say
black streakscrossing the white yard--pigeon shadows
the frozen wind screamsto beat the ringing in my ears--not a moment's peace
regardless of qualityi will not follow the poetwho follows no one
all day to fix itbut tomorrow i'll still havea hole in my sock
fix your ignorancewith careful introspection--Socrates was right:judge your examined life withethics, logic, morality
twelve vanilla beanseight ounces of vodkabottled in the basementin a year i'll have extractwelcome to my rural life
through the windowi see that once againwinter has parked on my driveway
on the snowy shouldera crow pecks hungrily ata roadkill deer
i smell the snowblowing in on the windthat tousles my hair