Out here in the sticks
Far away from sine wave blips
Time like slow rain drips
A new day a new haiku

Out here in the sticks
Far away from sine wave blips
Time like slow rain drips

Spring surely unfurls
Bringing coiled up catkin curls
Fling pollen dust swirls

Morning bus stop sky
Water floods in from all sides
Can’t escape my pride

Digging in the dirt
Scrabbling in the gravel
Harrow and furrow

Spring ripples decay
Cracks in the afternoon sky
Hope outshines all light

Each fork a new path
Some take you back to the start
Others lead nowhere

Do trees feel alone
As they reach through yesterloam
Listening for a phone?

Even when the sun
Breaks though ever thicker clouds
Still the rain will fall

Shouts echo cold Styx
Bounce around the blackened bricks
Carry candlesticks

Bramble and bracken
Reclaiming what was stolen
Slow and steady war

My toes start to freeze
The rain can’t fall endlessly
Summer sets us free
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