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Haiku For An Incredulous Prayer

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From the heads of pins
Angel tears fall thimbles’ full
Mourning peace and love

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Caught between two endings
I emerge into light
once more

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Night lightning strikes twice
Twin souls birthed fragrant with dawn
Ache to breach the edge

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The Final Word

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Just this very moment
the world’s exhausted
its share of meaningful words

I am desperately trying
to salvage the remaining
few that trickle from the

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For Millie

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And in the end
she said you’re my favorite people

You kept things bright when lights were low
you were always there to let me know

Those hard times shared by all
are not so hard at all

O’ what a life!

I remember dancing with you all
a slow dance, a quick step

Strange I never heard
the music change

O’ what a life
isn’t it a crazy life

When everything you know
is still here when you go

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I pick ground tubers
orange, white, deep purple,
while my students practice
yoga ’bout the hills
around us

In morning sun and overnight dew
I laugh then cry through the splendor

Prisms of light diffract there
on my lashes beaded rainbows

I close my eyes slowly till I am consumed
by indigo, orange,
white, deep purple

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An old man struggling
with a large heavy mirror
obviously dear

Preserves all of the light
the reflected scape
that’s passing there before him

To the observer the world
advances as the world
advances towards
the advancing world

The careful eye
caught in the seam
between real and glass
and polished silver

Notes that the man
does not reflect

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Dim lanterns barely visible
perhaps there’s no light at all
but my own vision and colors
behind closed eyes

Damp moss smell, the sound of waves
breezes just cooler than body
trace their way through air to seek a lash or a face
exotic salt and floral scents from very far away

I kneel in moist and cushioned sand that holds at first
then gives, unable to brace my fall with my hands
or my body prone I fall amid fine spray
of quartz and feldspar smothered until I collapse
through the top of a cool grotto and alight
ever so gentle to final rest

Dim lanterns
barely breathing

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In time we find
though never lost
in trimmed gardens

The search alone
we sidle walls
flash furtive glance

In green maze
morning haze drops

The same each time
blurred roundabout
swirl dizzy spires

Endless breathlessness
tiring quicker
than yesternight

Out of rush of flame
comes desire

Sparkling cold
dense stars are lit
the air so thick

Like water we

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Out on the night horizon
silhouettes dance across water
purple on black, must be a sandbar
or maybe just many Christs

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