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A new day a new haiku
Black storm clouds gather
Churning and turning the sky
To dark confusion
Isolated cove
I will keep you a secret
If you will keep mine
Living in a tent
Is easy to imagine
When the sun is out
As the clouds come down
Over wildflower meadows
The fire keeps us dry
Precariously
We stack our lives full of stuff
Progress; more or less?
We tame wild beasts
And fly off on dragon’s backs
With only our minds
Hodmedod enjoy
Their midnight feast of dodmen
A life of darkness
These days never end
We will relive them again
A recurring dream
Up in the crow’s nest
Would you get tired of watching
Blue lines fade to grey?
We toil to make fire
While above the sky ignites
As in mockery
In clouds of wood smoke
Under canvas, under stars
I am home again
An obsolete tool
Outmoded and outdated
Just like its owner
Isolated I
Settle on the still surface
The water’s clear
Running through twilight
The silver thread of moonlight
Throws shadows half light
Not every question
Has an answer. Not all stars
Shine in the night time
I lay down my tools
Another day fades away
And the dust settles
Shards scatter in chinks
Specks of dust hang in still air
Broken hinges squeak
Happy accidents
Are always much better than
The fruit of labour
Iron under foot
Flint flecks in chalky white streaks
Buried memories
In order to hear
First you must listen, to see
You must start to look
This tiny body
Is too small for all that joy
So it tumbles out
Weeds always return
A virus lying in wait
The opportunist
I can’t do it all
I’m not a unique snowflake
Instead I am part
Spies fall on all sides
Toe the line, don’t go online
We are being watched
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