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A new day a new haiku
A steel sharp incision
Simple tools are power tools
When in the right hands
Crane flies skip across
Glossy surface tension and
Hazy lake mistakes
Bathed in harvest glow
Straw strewn blankets, pillow bales
Sleep under the stars
Sweet giddy scent clouds
Reeling in another plane
Intoxicated
Breathe out, take your time
Let the river wash over
Twisting twining thoughts
Graciously gliding
A clumsy comparison
Limb to bending limb
A solitary crow
Draws my tired eyes up to
Catch the fading sun
Long black lines lay low
Deep below the still meadow
Curled up in hiding
On the island’s brink
Fog and mist and rain roll in
Over the summit
Wander the old ways
Hunting for hidden answers
Finding more questions
As the journey ends
Fold up the map and follow
The warm glow of home
Perfect summer days
Sweetened by their scarcity
Ripened by memory
Questions unanswered
A hungry hole in my soul
Puzzles left unsolved
I’ve got my wires crossed
Tangled in the deep dark ground
Feeding on decay
What else can you make?
Why must you always consume?
What else can you learn?
Some drips whirl in pools
Some drops rush straight to the sea
We all long to be
River ripples run
Steadily slip through eddies
Washing dreams away
Why do I waste days
When these old mills waste away?
The old ways don’t pay
Clouds followed me home
They lay low in the meadow
Everywhere I go
Wherever I climb
Though I wind and bend and twine
I never quite fit
The still surface slides
Below nymphs and larvae hide
Water boatmen glide
In layers of rock
I am reduced grain by grain
To the dust I am
Black waves roll and break
Against cold lines of grey slate
No hope or remorse
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