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her well-tanned shoulders
wrapped in a sweater --
the end of summer | tempslibres |
asleep on the train
the gentle rise and fall
of her breasts | tempslibres |
first date --
under the streetlight
our shadows hold hands | tempslibres |
tent revival
the preacher's wife
in a miracle bra | tempslibres |
Mass Pike trafic
the bright red glare
of her lipstick | tempslibres |
reflecting
the graffiti landscape
Soho rain | tempslibres |
my son's eleventh birthday --
miles of cold gray rain
between us | tempslibres |
in the produce aisle
a voluptuous woman
compares melons | tempslibres |
market forecast:
record warmth
followed by rain | tempslibres |
bitterly cold
a box of old love letters
hidden in the attic | tempslibres |
after four hours of sleep
light snow fills
an empty cup | tempslibres |
children dancing
circles in the rain-
autumn leaves | tempslibres |
falling leaves-
unpacking winter clothes
from cedar trunks | tempslibres |
summer heat
my air conditioner
sweating | tempslibres |
summer's end-
one haiku becomes
another | tempslibres |
Twin Towers-
where once two shadows
now only sun | tempslibres |
rice seedlings-
each step deeper
in the mud | tempslibres |
temple courtyard
through the morning fog
peach blossoms | tempslibres |
abandoned house --
children picking mangoes
in the yard | tempslibres |
power outage
the distant sound
of a saxophone | tempslibres |
late summer
an inchworm
less than an inch | tempslibres |
talk of dying
the mention of ranch land
I have never seen | tempslibres |
spring morning
flies return
to a crab carcass | tempslibres |
migrating swallows
she tells me
she'll pray for me | tempslibres |
letter from overseas
a call from southward geese
penetrates the thicket | tempslibres |
spring mist
the tree I take shelter under
planted in remembrance | tempslibres |
first raindrops
the freight train I passed
two states ago | tempslibres |
hard winter ground -
we argue about
the constellations | tempslibres |
walking to work -
the blossoms on my street
late this year | tempslibres |
snow outside
a small bowl
of imported oranges | tempslibres |
Veterans' cemetery--
a wide expanse of lawn
beyond the graves. | tempslibres |
A pear;
A worm's hole leaves
a bitter taste. | tempslibres |
tin ceiling
grandma talks of a world
before the war | tempslibres |
anniversary
an old dress on the line
fills with wind | tempslibres |
diagnosis day
coffee rings left
on the counter | tempslibres |
lighting a candle
with a candle
another night of snow | tempslibres |
freezing rain
the cafe crooner slips
out of tune | tempslibres |
the smell
before the sound of it
evening rain | tempslibres |
thunderheads
hanging on the horizon
a red tailed hawk | tempslibres |
reading obituaries
the here and there
of fireflies | tempslibres |
the parking lot
down to one puddle
of moon | tempslibres |
before the storm
the thunder
of lawnmowers | tempslibres |
in and out
of the rusted shed
moonshine | tempslibres |
dusk
the old gate sags
into its shadow | tempslibres |
all day rain
the refrigerator’s
ommmmm | tempslibres |
jumping ice cubes
all over the floor
... a hair in my whiskey | tempslibres |
new freedom
blue dress now
a table cloth | tempslibres |
blowing bubbles
my breath floats away
in different sizes | tempslibres |
three feet distance
needed for reading my ku
without glasses | tempslibres |
wiping the full moon
from a wet glossy table
with my bare hand | tempslibres |
flea market -
a sitting buddha
on his left side | tempslibres |
early winter...
he chooses to read
old soup recipes | tempslibres |
english newspaper
a lot of starving people
between fish & chips | tempslibres |
while dusting buddha's mouth
is smile disappeared
for a few seconds | tempslibres |
autumn storm
lightning flashes
on buddah's belly | tempslibres |
new cracks
in an old mirror
I just noticed | tempslibres |
rain scented air
a thousand frogs
croaking | tempslibres |
bone dust
after cremation
the winter sky | tempslibres |
behind the cafe
the sound of children--
or crows | tempslibres |
on the clothesline
his and her shirts
side by side again | tempslibres |
between the mist
and the edge of the forest
a white buffalo | tempslibres |
harvest moon
rose garden
has lost its colors | tempslibres |
eerie moonlight
graveyard
of the rusted automobiles | tempslibres |
indian summer
first light
finds the tallest tree | tempslibres |
drought
no clouds
in the bird bath | tempslibres |
tea party over
lipstick
smiles remain | tempslibres |
after the cloudburst
birdbath full
of sky again | tempslibres |
underside
of the flower pot
one hundred legs | tempslibres |
coffee season
singing
from the trees | tempslibres |
no moisture
mother earths skin
has cracked | tempslibres |
typing small i
only because morning coffee
occupies my other hand... | tempslibres |
In the space-between
trees and mist
a white buffalo | tempslibres |
drumming
heartbeat
in the mist | tempslibres |
how bright the years in
the Georgian palace brickwork
this lukewarm winter | tempslibres |
smoke and mirrors
another veil of cloud
across the moon | tempslibres |
january hail --
a scattering
of early lambs | tempslibres |
deep winter
a new kind of rain
rings my bell | tempslibres |
monthly meeting
all the agenda O's
coloured in | tempslibres |
motorway verge
frost has picked
last year's apples | tempslibres |
black friday
dip-dyed desperation
gusting down the mall | tempslibres |
autumn gale
a month's mortgage payments
scatter the lawn | tempslibres |
Christmas Day
a present of rain
on the pony's back | tempslibres |
november blossom --
a brightness to find
what might have been lost | tempslibres |
deep autumn
there's wind enough to winnow
wild rice | tempslibres |
shortening days ...
the petals fall
into dust | tempslibres |
leaver's day
a wind too strong
for butterflies | tempslibres |
endless rain
christmas lights
bleed in a puddle | tempslibres |
gibbous moon
the smell of woodsmoke fills
a wait for rain | tempslibres |
cider farm
a sweetness
on the breeze | tempslibres |
neon veil
a neighbour's lights
outshine the moon | tempslibres |
yew harvest
deep hues fill
a redwing's hunger | tempslibres |
autumn gale
the sunflowers turn
their seedy cheeks | tempslibres |
she's leaving home
a pair of shoes
that no longer fit | tempslibres |
indian summer
it's what the sunflowers
waited for | tempslibres |
glinting on
a retirement card
autumn rain | tempslibres |
autumn mist
my neighbour asks me
what I do | tempslibres |
straw truck delivery
someone else's summer
strewn down our lane | tempslibres |
autumn rain
my socks dry on
the pc tower | tempslibres |
autumn equinox
i let the last fly
go free | tempslibres |
after rain
honeysuckle
awake again | tempslibres |
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