The un-Dream
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Doves: A Haiku
Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
We Begin
An hour, now, clutching the cold morning coffee, an acrid-filled, comfortless cup.
Still dark.
Consumed, we, with what’s bearing down at the door — bellowing “more, more, and more!”
Its roar.
Will this new blanket be warm enough, this day sustain hope beyond the front-porch light?
Windows fogged.
Still, dawn’s bright, there, without, meets a heat — long-stored and stoked — here, within.
We Begin.
nanoparticle thoughts
Action: A Haiku
As a Director:
Action! For words in This realm
Are not currency
Miso Not So Bad
Shaved brussels
Not yet past their prime
Fresh peas, though the ideal
Unneeded, now, to build this meal
Please pray with me
My dying wish — the miso’s not gone bad
In the refrigerator way
Kitchen shears that snip-snipped happily at chives that waited just for me
All
Summer
Long
Somehow found their way to the floor
Could be an honest omen, or
A sign of what’s to come
Not my garden’s tomatoes, fool
They’re for another day!
Please forgive the white, white rice
Devoid of what I crave
Sesame to remind me and tofu hacked haphazardly
Tamari, I wish
Here, this delicious dish
Sunday Arrival
I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place
Got on a plane and just left her there
Smiling, she, chasing me
A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually
Waiting came, then
Watching
Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark
Peeking
She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me
She didn’t
Linear Track
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Get here fast, then cruise real slow
For this pavement may not be ready yet for such a soulful soul
Such intention and growl, bold and sweet, has long been absent from this street
May spinning wheels find linear track
Have a song playing loud in your heart, so the whole neighborhood knows
Your intentions
Whatever they may be
I’ve no wants or words of wisdom there, and you’ll do what you want, anyway
As you should, but I will say
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Water Words
If you won’t mind
Lend me your drawl this late, tired eve’
Speak into these bones
As a balm
Be my guilty pleasure, if you please
The voice that simply won’t quit
Tuck me in as flowers in a field
Water me, hence, with your words
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