twinkling in the tree
my cat imagines fireflies
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garden creatures
hot sun on the patio
flies covering
a piece of cat shit
----
an inch worm squirming
into the hole
where I pulled a weed
flies covering
a piece of cat shit
----
an inch worm squirming
into the hole
where I pulled a weed
23.7.12
red petals
afternoon-sitting on
white concrete steps
with green paint splatters,
red petals scattered
white concrete steps
with green paint splatters,
red petals scattered
21.7.12
tomatoes
clearing dead leaves
from the tomato plant,
unearthing a fresh smell,
I watch out for spiders
from the tomato plant,
unearthing a fresh smell,
I watch out for spiders
20.7.12
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fledgelings
Our mockingbirds' nest
is getting crowded--
as the babies grow
they begin to test their wings
is getting crowded--
as the babies grow
they begin to test their wings
12.7.12
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amazing nature
A mocking bird
visited the tree
against my house
and was feeding
or nest-building
as I stared out the window
visited the tree
against my house
and was feeding
or nest-building
as I stared out the window
4.7.12
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starfish haibun
I'm beach-walking in the evening, the sun, still hot
and crowds are still scattered everywhere you look.
A little girl picks up a starfish from a tide pool--
runs with it, screaming to her mother who takes it
out of the little girl's hands and returns it to its bed.
I continue on my way, but not without glancing back
over my shoulder to make sure it is safe.
returning from a walk
summer beach evening
the starfish I saw earlier
is gone
and crowds are still scattered everywhere you look.
A little girl picks up a starfish from a tide pool--
runs with it, screaming to her mother who takes it
out of the little girl's hands and returns it to its bed.
I continue on my way, but not without glancing back
over my shoulder to make sure it is safe.
returning from a walk
summer beach evening
the starfish I saw earlier
is gone
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at dusk
the new moon
brings a kind of
new energy
the summer solstice
a time for turning
inward moving
into darkness
and shorter
darker days
she says
the past five years:
like a holding pattern
flying low, circling
but never landing
a kind of limbo
for them which
has kept them going
sustained them
yesterday: a breakthrough
a yellow truck he saw
a yellow telephone on TV
the music helping her
through the long day
watering the garden
watching tomatoes turn
green then yellow then red
the tomatoey smell
lifting from those fragrant leaves
soaking the dark soil
warmed in the long day
cooled in the evening
fading with the purple dusk
blending with the sounds
of happy, feeding birds
brings a kind of
new energy
the summer solstice
a time for turning
inward moving
into darkness
and shorter
darker days
she says
the past five years:
like a holding pattern
flying low, circling
but never landing
a kind of limbo
for them which
has kept them going
sustained them
yesterday: a breakthrough
a yellow truck he saw
a yellow telephone on TV
the music helping her
through the long day
watering the garden
watching tomatoes turn
green then yellow then red
the tomatoey smell
lifting from those fragrant leaves
soaking the dark soil
warmed in the long day
cooled in the evening
fading with the purple dusk
blending with the sounds
of happy, feeding birds
20.6.12
15.6.12
trio of casualties
a striped hawk lies lifeless
beneath the freeway underpass
and two raccoon corpses
faces buried into their bellies
curled, striped tails facing out--
roadside, as if asleep
beneath the freeway underpass
and two raccoon corpses
faces buried into their bellies
curled, striped tails facing out--
roadside, as if asleep
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