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no fireflies ... moonlight reflects on camellia leaves
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first firefly ... a quiet night and then lightning
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powlonia blossoms - a haiku floating in the sky
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a centipede takes its morning walk ... "aah
my kitchen table"
"winter s end ..." my warm socks
with big holes
spring sunshine on the cat's belly ... mountain hermitage
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late snow .. a pheasant calls in the morning mist
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Ides of March ... anyone remembers the history teacher?
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spring blossoms ... the old farmer coughs blood
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winter sunset - half of my Buddha still in the light
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remembering you - the sparkle of the last icicle
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first sunrise - a fallen camellia shines on my path
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winter sunshine - the slow growth of a stone's shadow
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autumn equinox ... the murmur of waves slowly changes
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high autumn sky ... in the world of men voices of insects
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autumn deepens ... these tiny pink flowers on my wildest weeds
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in the shade of the full moon ... distant fireworks
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summer heat ... the cats sleep on the barbeque
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looking for fireflies ... I almost miss the dramatic night sky
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meditating on a rainy day ... new green tea
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morning prayers - the graves of the ancestors in deep silence
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day moon <> the clock has stopped ticking
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autumn evening - the lingering warmth of this old deck chair
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summer's end - my cat still high on the hot tin roof
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autumn with alzheimer - she breaks the bread .. ... .. carefully
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globalization - he serves the sushi fish on french bread
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lightning far away in the sky - first firefly
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summer in the temple - the horns of the dragon just visible
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may rain <> ever more sparkling shades of green
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Confucius <> another long path to the old pond
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late spring - the old kettle still shines
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war in Iraq - a spider hides in the cherry blossom
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blue mountains - the old tombstone keeps watch
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spring storm <>- the tall pine leans toward the short
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rosebuds in snow - the softness of his hand on my shoulder
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spring storm <> the wind rings our visitor's bell
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mandarin ducks - a silent pair on the dinner table
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winter in town -- the stone memorial of the God of Water
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winter morning <> a few dewdrops on my last rose
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winter sunshine - the many shadows of a small camellia
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wedding anniversary <> does he still love me like the red winter berries ?
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cold winter day - hot tea from Kenya in my cup
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mountain temple - a prayer overgrown with moss
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autumn deepens <> a last sunray on the pines
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misty morning - a black and white world behind the graves
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doing the dishes - a tiny soap bubble rises toward heaven
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summer sunset <> your hand heavy on my knee
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snow on red leaves <> so many coincidences in my life
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the dragon <> now a cloud in my sky
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autumn deepens <> memories fade into misty clouds
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autumn deepens <> the crows chatter muffled by thick fog
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just staring at some autumn clouds <> a hot cup of tea
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lunchtime <> a dead cicada surrounded by ants
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fragrant daphne <> the money collector stops before he knocks
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hailstorm <> under the groaning roof I hold my breath
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an old temple amongst cedar trees too many leaves fallen...
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forgetting my words step by step the autumn night deepens
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a mosquito aiming noisily <> the sound of one hand
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watching summer clouds thoughts shaping and reshaping
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fine shell new moon onto cherry pink horizon... shades of easter egg
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alzheimer’s white white white snow falls
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Pomegranate jam the wild smell of autumn
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corner of dark street shadow of ice cream truck
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highway drive crescent moon fading into dark
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summer morning kiss bridges the gap between iron bars
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in the mirror the stranger coughs morning fog
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after midnight squashed roach still moving
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familiar names- the warmth of a woodstove in January
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childhood scrapbook the life expectancy of Scotch tape
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frost moon I tell my daughter the truth
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restless night the morning starts without me
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black friday two crows tear at a plastic bag
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tan lines and coconut oil high tide
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antique store window looking at dirty street snow through colored bottles
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cold attic - faded cigar box filled with seashells
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windless day the prolific weeds at the grave site
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egret stands "in the blue rice field "
dusk creeps in
long centipede on the ceiling- long talks of what to do
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white clouds drift "in the August sky "
a child dreams
Eating alone -- The sound of cold milk Into a glass.
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a dragonfly on a dragonfly summer heat
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tying a knot in the grass blade midsummer
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a dead key on the grand piano winter darkness
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old sandbox the weeds all grown up
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bright and full above the fields coyote song
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beer bottles clink in the cooler summer solstice
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watching the deer watch me morning moon
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blossom rain... the way she laughs at all my jokes
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the moon almost empty winter rain
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the scarecrow covered in crows widow's farm
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misted air mother stirs autumn into jam
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state lockdown resisting the tyranny of cupcakes
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lockdown sometimes the old teapot seems heavier
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snuffed candle smoke the shades of family ghosts filling photographs
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abandoned church a whisper of wings from the shadows
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lost in the crowd the emptiness in a beggar's bowl
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summer’s end a marsh heron lifts into dusk
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history repeats the old station clock aligns its hands
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night train I travel alone with the crowd
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funeral morning my battle-scarred tomcat brings me a purr
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