
A Weighty Haiku
snow blankets cedar
trapped in conifer fingers
bends limbs to the ground
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snow blankets cedar
trapped in conifer fingers
bends limbs to the ground
~
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the bottle uncorked
aerated the
fermented wine
emptied too quickly,
agitated the
fomented mind
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sticky
the faucet drips
honey flows in the bowl
slowly, clings to spoon for licking
greedy fingers wipe the beater spotless
coat our tongues with sweet, gooey mess
the mouthfuls we desire
come from batter
sticky
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cracked shell
clam dies
cracked chrysalis
insect flies
cracked skull
head bleeds
cracked bell
liberty
cracked hull
ship sinks
cracked egg
sulfur stinks
cracked bat
fly ball
cracked shale
earth weeps
cracked earth
land quakes
cracked book
ideas make
cracked sac
baby born
cracked bud
flowers bloom
cracked window
enter breeze
cracked wall
humans freed
cracked smile
contagious joy
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little feet scurry
etching the motions of life
on snowy canvas
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Nature’s glacial tears
stick to skeletal branches
weep for joy at thaw
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winter’s page unfolds
frozen raindrops testify
to icy saga
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2017
birthed
a colicky infant
who, although spoiled and overfed,
produced a continuous line
of
mostly incoherent
squawks
from his high nest
by spring
he had grown into the playground bully
amassing toys,
hoarding even,
to make his sandbox castle great
AGAIN
by summer,
or buy,
his overgrown form
preached from a pulpit like a profit-god
A MASS
that sounded
oddly
like his former spoiled, soiled
colicky
chirps
by autumn…
I don’t know what he said.
I bought earplugs
to relieve my throbbing
MAGAraine
suffering
head
2018
I HOPE
has birthed infants everywhere
who will cry from the collective pools
of
starvation
poverty
and
neglect
AND
that the children of spring
will remove the genetically-modified cotton
stuffed in our privileged ears,
so that we who have will
listen
&
share
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