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art, writing, aikido and the universe

It is at

It is at
Forest
Edges
Where we see them
Most clearly.

Shadow laid on shadow
Cut by sunlight
Bare branches
Life tightly sealed inside
Bark and layered rings
Counting years
Back into past.

All cast
Against
Cerulean winter
Sky so clear
I can almost see
The infinite
Stars
Beyond.

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Rotate

at the monastery

we walk

clockwise

like the sun

moves in our sky.

we spin

each bronze wheel

one after another.

we seek harmony

turning

these 12th century

fidget spinners.

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City Wakes

Dawn paints

brilliant crimson

honeysuckle harbour.

Aristocratic egret

preys on

indigo fish.

My city wakes.

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Protection

Holding babies,
Making art,
Singing loudly
In the rain.

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notice (after rain)

rain

drops

fill

with sun on grass,

miniature prisms

sparkling

cherry,

daffodil,

jade.

fence

lit

gold

at

regular

intervals,

interstices

gradually decrease

w/ distance.

6/3/2015

Spring is the time of death.
Look out the windows;
Mist and memory drift
from the verdant hills.

At road’s curb,
mangled
bat wing
slate sky.
I drive.
Death lays.

January Choptank River

mist rises

water

to sky

absorbing

soaking

caressing

golden sphere.

shadows cast

sails

float

and

seagulls

rise

 

It Is At

It is at
Forest edges
Where we see them
Most clearly.

Shadow laid on shadow
Cut by sunlight
Bare branches
Life tightly sealed inside
Bark and layered rings
Counting years
Back into past.

All cast against
Cerulean winter sky
So clear
I can almost see
The infinite
Stars
Beyond.

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