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A new day a new haiku
Keep it trapped in tight
And locked away from daylight
This corrosive blight
Infinite choices
Flow into my river of
Possibility
The years leave their mark
In your scarred and pitted bark
Our lives just a spark
Fragile petal frills
Entice bees and bugs to the
Anther and stamen
Orange blood will flow
Falling from my broken bones
I rest down below
Parallel lives groan
Untwined, linear, alone
Each head in a phone
In a human swarm
Though I make a song and dance
I’m invisible
Cerulean clouds
Sucked into the setting sun
Meet the moody moon
On a bold ascent
Spreading their sweet heady scent
A heavenly bent
Take a nightingale
Slow her song down like a snail
It sounds like a whale
Though they look the same
Each one’s a little different
And there is no best
Time escapes again
Taking with it plans and schemes
Let’s resort to dreams
Don’t give up on fun
Soaking up the evening sun
Take it as it comes
Tangled in the weeds
Twist, turn and squirm to be free
Love caught up with me
Hawthorn turning pink
In the dizzying dry heat
We are warm at last
From a jagged hedge
Knotted and skeletal edge
Just an empty sketch
Weaving my own way
To reach for the stars above
Always falling short
Though we’re home again
Wonder what’s round the next bend
Never reach the end
Buckle, bend and break
Beneath the branches burden
A bar for my back
If only change were
As simple as curling up
And emerging new
Rising above all
There’s peace and tranquility
In your ancient boughs
As a breeze drifting
In and out and in-between
A voice calling me
Every leaf and branch
Must grow out of the same trunk
Though each is unique
Molten sunlight sinks
Into the alchemist’s swamp
Alder to iron
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