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Monday, April 27, 2009

Life in Strange Places



A plane and some crows
Fill up the morning air;
(And, of course, the bugs).

Leaning against the fence
Last year's grass is this year's hay.
But it's still rooted.












By bubbling stream
Small grove of yellow flowers;
Only the stream speaks.












Sparkling on the lawn,
Kaleidoscope soccer ball;
A rainbow of kicks.


All of a sudden
White flowers burst on the trees
Nodding at the breeze.

Woodpecker hammers,
Deliberate "tap-a-tap";
Far morning dove coos.













Mouths in tree trunks,
Fish stare from the living wood;
Life in strange places.


























Fat bushes rustle,
They shake and quiver dryly--
Three small birds fly out.

Talking to myself
Bug finds its way down my throat;
Yichh! Keep my mouth shut!


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