Hawk perched in an oak, /
generous in its silence. /
Empty feeder swings.
Hawk perched in an oak, /
generous in its silence. /
Empty feeder swings.
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What the Captain said
The boat is fine, the captain said;
he said it to our face.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
the river sets the pace.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
and then he said no more.
The boat is fine, the captain said
as we sailed away from shore.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
as the river tossed us about.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
as some of us wanted out.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
steering for the roughest part.
The boat is fine, the captain said;
he’d said it from the start.
The boat is fine, the captain said
as the waves thumped into the boat
The boat is fine, the captain said
as some of us tried to float.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
Come back again next year.
The boat is fine, the captain said —
but captain, I hope you’re not here.
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Stars still light the night /
yet a light across the yard /
states the morning’s start.
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O’ jack-o’-lantern /
spits seeds, blows smoke, swallows flame /
for a night’s desire.
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There once was a man so mean /
his face was too ugly to be seen. /
He was banned from sight /
so as not to give fright — /
except for the night called Halloween.
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Night time suns subdued /
Gossamer beauty released /
Passionate full moon.
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Clouds part into night /
Raindrops sparked in moonlight /
Winter reaches home.
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Leaves in full color /
taste the crisp air of autumn, /
skirt the ground with death.
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Uprooted words hurled /
Bitter and confused farewells /
Our tongues bloom with spikes.
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Wind, baby, and grass /
rustling sheets into night /
undulating dreams.
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