Arthur's Seat

Swinging to dale's rim
Wan rays light the ruin's stones
I raise my collar



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Unencumbered

I love the way some flowers close for the night, by twisting like wringing out a rag.

midnight twists flowers
delicate smoke catches leaf
incense burns gently



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Noon

horseradish rejoices
cloudlessly rich mallow sings
oozing, scampering



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night death

the short death is near
sun sets - claws lock - torpor starts
night is a winter


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Bridges

Sad autumn flutters.
Returning, broken earth wakes.
Rough midnight loiters.

Inspired by Haiku Bones

Lunch

fussing after bugs
prowling quail's resplendent ruff
harvest howls moistly



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refresco

cooling clear music:
ice cubes echo water's song.
bracing, icy shock




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Just seeing a sweating glass of ice water on a hot sunny day sends anticipatory tingles up my arm to the back of my neck. My nose tickles at the sight of a perfectly sliced lemon hanging on the edge of a glass.

Caught

clumsy Buddha drifts
gently, apple tree blooms laugh
crows glare beadily



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dread

suburban roof shakes
cold tea vibrates in its cup
just a rehearsal


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Dream

frozen secateurs

frame secrets explained strangely,

while false canyons loom

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cloudy eve

clouds gain weight at night
udders sag between dark trees
thin sheet damply clings

Condensing humidity on a dank night feels like it will never end. No matter how you turn, comfort is hundreds of kilometers north at the mountain shed.


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hollow

ref calls a head strike
face mask reeks of salt and mold
ouch! my empty mind

Yes, it's easy to fool myself into thinking I have the Zen composure needed to excel at bamboo sword fighting. But one good whack on the noggin clears that fog pretty fast.

seek

comfort, finally
old futons are plaster hard
ah! my leg's asleep

Agitation

deception grieves in
leaps, brokenhearted, silky,
wrenched with memory.



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Reptile

Left eye sees the past
Weaving down into gnarled bark
Right, wooden python


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Arctic

painlessly blunt sun
submerges into virgin smears
icy cold and shrill


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Haiku Bones posting.

droplets

drizzle forms bokeh
florist's door locked for the night
hot neon sputters


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night bus

gristly tires slow
wheesh! pop! doors shudder open
driver looks away





Taking the bus at night, especially in the Spring rain, is Hopperesque. In my imagination it turns into a trolley streetcar passing a lonely all-night diner.

Hillside

mustard's yellows splash
young rice plants blossom nearby
bell wakes the oxen



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Bell Tower

Paused on listing stairs
Faint melody tilts my head
Where'd that cell phone go?


Something eldritch about hunting for lost electronic gadgets. Buzzers, ringers, beepers seem to be everywhere and nowhere. Can't they miniaturize the jingle of bronze?

Hearth

ice offers wisdom
heat turns from the inside out
leaves flutter hollow



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