Category: Book 2

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It's not all rainbows;
you see, there's also some rain.
It keeps the trees green.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Heart
and mind
undertake
to comprehend
the patterns on maps,
the skyward reach of trees,
the traces left by raindrops,
the secret yearnings of lost ghosts,
but the wind's voice speaks only wishes.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The sea pulls away,
and shows its slippery rocks,
where some seagulls spin.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Words can be traded,
allowed to pile up like coins,
like dead, orange leaves.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Atoms of anger
spin, flow, and amass themselves;
then waves propagate.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Impossible tasks
bloom like raindrops on water...
but mornings are nice.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Fish
Have fought -
Even died -
In these waters,
That lie flat and smooth
Or heap themselves like hills,
Flashing blue or green in sun,
Or dimpling false smiles under rain,
Covering chthonic topologies.

– a reverse nonnet.

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My body reports
that it still remains alive.
The damp air is cool.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Some faces appear
within the dream, half shrouded
by a flood of dust.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I look out to see
a future that's uncertain:
chance of clouds and rain.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Here in the southeast
of the state of Alaska,
it rains. It's raining.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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the sun touches down
on the dock below the house
a minute past dawn

– a pseudo-haiku.

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So finally I depart this world:
not to be a ghost, which I am,
but to enter another,
where the sea licks at stones,
where the sun hangs low,
where the roads end,
farther north,
with trees
there.

– a nonnet.

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Vines
bear fruit,
entangle
my stomping limbs,
propose new pathways
encased in greenery:
nature's baroque digressions,
which grant, with the singing bees,
an ambivalent epiphany.

– a reverse nonnet.

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Introspective cows
contemplate outstanding things
and taste the fine grass.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The sun's disk descends
and gnaws at the ocean's waist;
a droll sea twitches.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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a thousand words for gray, all lined up
beside my cup, on the day:
empty play.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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the forest dwells below
and sends up trees for the sky
to caress with fog

– a pseudo-haiku.

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We drove down the coast highway today
escaping the dull pall of smoke
and dropping down into fog
weaving down one-oh-one
seeing the great rocks
tasting the sea
retracing
the way
home.

– a nonnet.

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there's a paling time
a little bit before dawn
when the ground is ash...

– a pseudo-haiku.

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a bird comments first
then a chipmunk adds a thought
morning's underway

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Sun or moon or stars:
gasping, grasping, bright tokens
of elusive time.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Summer's crickets hum,
their sound mounded around me
like a coal-toned dome.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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A bold thunderstorm
rumbled through, suggesting plains
sampling the parched earth

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Let there be a story now, enveloped
in bland hope, words that allow
knowing how.

– an englyn cil-dwrn.

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Temperance, it's said,
will be rewarded in life;
so pause, look at things.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Words spill out, diverge
across a landscape of trees,
summer's haze's dreams.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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Draw
Some lines
Vertical
Horizontal
Or in wide spirals
Across unmade whiteness
Conjuring open spaces
Which you might want to populate
With the fictional ghosts of real dreams

– a reverse nonnet.

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In airport lounges
people await departures
and the sun rises.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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When seen from above
it still seems a good planet:
clouds, fields, storms, some streams.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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The sun's sphere loomed red -
Smoke from all the fires out west -
Minnesota dawn.

– a pseudo-haiku.

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up at dawn, driving
the sun illuminates things
the project begins

– a pseudo-haiku.

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I will be so glad
to slow down, to come to rest
with Alaska's rain

– a pseudo-haiku.