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from lightly swirling mists of mind she wakes
and sips a breath from cream and coffee walls
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Life came through her garden, humming
ageless songs within her throat.
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They weave cotillions day by night,
dancing waves of symmetry
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wind falls on the cottonwoods
like a soft cool rain
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when he slid through nimbus
hopes on smooth white dreams
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He drove home a bright blond
kiss still glowing warm
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They sprouted when your soul was new / in dark brown soils where
confusion percolated down to nourish / tiny roots of sentience
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Don't ball them up and sigh
convinced of failure
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they stand in line
stiff and stark
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I felt you breathing in my thoughts
a breath as subtle as the whisper of spring.
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for years he watched the sapling rise
branching slowly toward the skies
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Earthen eyes gaze out on crescent dunes,
there to ponder remnants
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in an ocean of stars
a ballet sun pirouettes
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happy deathday dear old dad
happy deathday to you
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with implements of every kind of war
wielded to the hymns of personal damnation,
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perhaps adventurous eve felt /
constrained / by the ignorance
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by Zahhar
6 lines, 10 comments,
on Aug 6 10:55 PM 2008. In Haiku
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Fertile soils rise from ancient stone,
animating shapes of wood and bone.
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now but a distant hope for
greater souls to strive toward
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the strain of hogweeds
clung to hillsides like
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and your head swells grotesque
to bursting from your dark black suit
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It won't matter then
when your eyes begin to fade
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These were trees once
tall as the changeling sky
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