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Literary society
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exile's sunset —
over darkening waters,
a bridge of light |
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through the winter woods
almost seen . . .
the neighboring country |
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winter evening —
a beggar's corpse
is carted away |
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gang turf
a length of sidewalk the length of the sky |
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a quarrel rumbles
through the railroad yard —
summer night |
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first light —
money spiders
tweaking the sky |
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morning delivery
the width of my
peripheral vision |
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in the doorway
wrapped in yesterday's newspaper
the beggar |
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a wholesome smile
the hindu deity
bathed in milk |
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ascending
the spring mountain
ants dogs and men |
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apple harvest
the truck fills up
with hands |
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a different spring
than villagers see?
a temple pilgrim |
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roadside stand
cornhuskers talk
with their hands |
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school day morning
children drag their feet
through cherry petals |
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runaway
between labor pains
distant rain |
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in the middle
of the widow's lawn
weeping cherry |
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tiny sour oranges —
a kabuki actor with bleached hair
talks about tradition |
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on the floor
actors and masks —
on the table a rose |
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roadside leaves
at the bottom of the pile
the queen of hearts |
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lost in fog
guiding the driver
behind me |
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cicadas —
my neighbor asks
about his saw |
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hint of autumn —
I rewind
a Kurosawa film |
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even inside,
this autumn rain . . .
Chopin |
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Thanksgiving dinner —
we pretend not to hear
the fire engines |
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fortunately I am not
a houseplant in my
daughter's room |
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countless stars —
my daughter paints herself
alone |
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in swine barn pens
kids sleeping with their hogs —
we whisper |
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acorns falling
even at this hour
someone knocks |
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one by one
everyone has left . . .
autumn wind |
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winter storm —
heating the chicken soup
for a second time |
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first snow —
the feet of the begging monk
all red |
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Meteor shower—
warmed by whiskey
we pass the night. |
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so
many
frogs
in
one
pond
croaking |
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chaise lounging —
Nabokov's Butterflies
edgy in dry heat |
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among the cactus
gypsy children
selling necklaces |
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at sunset
lone in the garden
sweet williams |
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with the confidence
of catwalk models
hyacinths |
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Credits
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exile's sunset — (Carla Sari, 3:2)
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through the winter woods (Emiko Miyashita, 3:3)
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winter evening — (Gautam Nadkarni, 5:4)
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gang turf (E. Markowski, 1:6)
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a quarrel rumbles (L. Teresa Church, 6:4)
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first light — (Ian Daw, 3:3)
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morning delivery (E. Markowski, 1:6)
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in the doorway (R. de Gruttola, 1:6)
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a wholesome smile (Tiong Chunghoo, 2:1)
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ascending (Vishnu Narayanan, 5:2)
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apple harvest (Bob Lucky, 5:2)
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a different spring (Steve McCarty, 2:6)
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roadside stand (Chad Lee Robinson, 2:6)
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school day morning (Garry Eaton, 5:3)
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runaway (E. Berry. 1:6)
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in the middle (Roberta Beary, 5:4)
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tiny sour oranges — (Fay Aoyagi, 2:6)
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on the floor (Borivoj Bukva, 2:2)
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roadside leaves (Mathew V. Spano, 6:2)
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lost in fog (Clive Oseman, 3:3)
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cicadas — (Bob Lucky, 5:2)
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hint of autumn — (Fay Aoyagi, 4:1)
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even inside, (Chris Eichenberger, 4:4)
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Thanksgiving dinner — (Tyrone McDonald, 6:3)
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fortunately I am not (Jeanine Hoedemakers, 2:2)
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countless stars — (Andrew Riutta, 3:4)
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in swine barn pens (Glen Keener, 2:2)
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acorns falling (Jared Carter, 6:4)
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one by one (Issa [D. Lanoue, trans., 6:3])
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winter storm — (Adelaide B. Shaw, 6:1)
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first snow — (Gabi Greve, 4:1)
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Meteor shower— (Michael Garofalo, 2:3)
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so (Ed Baker, 3:4)
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chaise lounging — (Nita Countryman, 3:1)
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among the cactus (R. de Gruttola, 1:6)
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at sunset (Jack Galmitz, 2:4)
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with the confidence (Fay Aoyagi, 2:6)
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