Triparshva
: A Sudden Thaw
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sudden thaw...
and the snowman's eyes
turn back to stones
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black ice covers
the entire road
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his camera obscura
projects the whole town
on the loft wall
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the fence too low
to keep the goat out
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from a cruise ship
I watch the hay moon
traverse the waves
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days of cross-currents
in the snorkel diver’s log
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* * * *
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detectives
working undercover
find the hostage
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wild daffodils edge
the avenue of trees
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even before
the Easter egg hunt
an overwhelming sky
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squeals from the train
as it enters a tunnel
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my breath
on his letter flutters
the gouache hearts
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just the family witness
our exchange of vows
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your medallion
the only thing I have left
with its broken clasp
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through swirling mist
the creak of an old gate
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so deceivingly close
the harvest moon
in a clear sky
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frantically the squirrel
starts collecting nuts
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* * * *
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up for auction
a duke’s flawless ruby
with ancient curse
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a new patron
tastes the local mead
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once again
the old lush ends up
in the drunk tank
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baby sleeps through Star Trek,
the Next Generation
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at the town fair
our May Queen wears
a crown of blossoms
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wind puffs up a tent
with the scent of lilac
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Participants:
fw : Frank Williams (England)
dk : Doreen King (England)
Composed by snail mail 22 February to 29 June 2008
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