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the spiders and i / weave a web to catch / our prey in the morning light // july is rife with spiders / and poets setting / clever sunrise traps
Doggerel, if you will.
Hammock stretched between / two palm trees near the ocean. / That's the haiku form.
radio towers / across the river / have been there as long as i // can remember but they seem / newly fashioned in / the strange light of dawn
a dream recounted in haiku stanzas
A continuation of the Spokane Stanzas, which begin in the book Tulips for Elsie.
the geese flew across / just as i pointed / my camera at the sunrise // no time to think about it / only the instant / seized in the instant
sonnet
the modeh ani / on my mind i rise / from an anxious sleep to greet // the flowers the grass the leaves / the sanctuary / of love surrounding
black-eyed susan sunrise / on a chain-link fence / the sun overwhelming // a tree of heaven along / the highway looking / north towards heaven
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