Winter 2019
Cancer is Winter: /
Hard on the outer shell /
Opens inner seeds.
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#outer #010319
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“Whisper”
Whisper
Bend now bare limbs /
burdened by the clouds passing, /
whispering of spring.
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“Morning light”
Morning light
Morning light moves night, /
Shining from kitchen and sky. /
Horizons await.
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“Fire”
Fire
Evening sky on fire. /
Incendiary and gone. /
Subsumed by the night.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Room”
Room
This Earth /
with all its old tragedies /
still has room for me.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Strut Your Stuff”
There once was a young writer in France,
Who for the New Year wanted to dance.
To get out of his rut,
Outside he did strut,
But forgot he was wearing no pants.
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“Weather”
Weather
Sky climbs the ladder, /
reaches the morning rooftop, /
and sings quiet blues.
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“Hope”
Hope
All hope has left is /
the first day of the year. /
Santa walks away.
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Dear 2023
Dear 2023,
What type of year will you be?
Wild and free
Or consternating me?
O’ 2023,
Could I have a word?
Is it absurd
For me not to have heard
What type of year you will be?
I don’t want to own you.
Not even bone you
But if I phone you,
Would you be the right date for me?
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“New Year’s Eve”
New Year’s Eve
Tomorrow somewhere /
a New Year has begun. Here /
the old treatments linger.
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