Assemblage
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blown kiss
every tree in my yard
uprooted |
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spring arrives a photo of Manson at 74 |
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warm wind the holes in my life begin to yodel |
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snow
the sunspots on
a beggar's hand |
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on the widow's porch a dead bird i borrow sugar
ed markowski |
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winter night
where her face has been
an open book |
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dandelions the girl's face in the rain |
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Kamakura
inside the Great Buddha
nothing |
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the child's eye green beyond the barbed wire |
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Narita Express
my thoughts
already departed |
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lingering night at daybreak in the soldier's casket
Dietmar Tauchner |
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a bell
if you tell me
I am hard |
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falling through the night
millions of holes
in my skull |
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where there is no light
one drop of my mind's
blood on a dog's tooth |
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this word now this word
each making a ghost of the last word
now the sword |
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nothing to say
I part
the lips of my wallet
Peter Yovu |
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still grave stones remain
still grave stone remains
still grave stones ... |
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moths
caught in the lampshade —
free jazz solo |
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while reading Raizan
"the spring rain"
starts to rain |
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lamplight —
a moth zigzags
between stars
Dick Whyte |
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a cloud shaped like a woman swinging from a cloud |
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supple reeds
the river mingles
with the sea |
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racing toward a mountain old enough to climb |
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new shapes in the clouds
we're getting
warm |
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morning glories
another friend
borrows time
Peggy Lyles |
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the long day ...
kids jump off a float
into sunset |
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open road ...
the sweet scent of hay
rolled-up |
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moon gazing ...
someone quarrels
on the telephone |
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the moon
lighting my way
blossom drunk
Tyler Pruett |
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Copyright 2009: Simply Haiku
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