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a brief selection of haiku as kittens do, it follows: not at my side, but in the flowers row of children climbs the stairs -- 3 feet tall in yellow raincoats lazy morning - waking sleeping turning... birds chirping. rush of traffic. she laughs her pinky in my lips white flowers poking thru reveal in contrast the field i'd never noticed trampled grass forms a wooded path. puddles of spring rain paddling toward the duck it flaps away drifts flaps drifts too small to see the waterbug leaps circles ripple spot to spot clear flowing water: before i reach out my hand to drink, it drifts downstream biking through cool wind glad of the overcast sky puppy crouching beneath the shaded window where the raindrops slide car putters around the corner pitch rises and fades phone in his hand rings and rings as he fingers her last letter stepping out the door for a midnight walk, moths flutter into my house flickering candle on the porch orchids dance in shadows walking at night chilly breeze the streets are always empty the yellow streetlights throw three shadows of a tree across my path standing alone there, waiting -- the rain slides slowly along his cheek... (C) Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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