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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Hawks in a Black Sky




Any minute now
Blue gray clouds will open up
And Spring rain will fall.












Fence, trees and stacked logs--
The world overflows with wood--
Buckets and branches.










The stream sounds hollow,
As if waiting for the sky
To break and fill it.

Tapping in the woods
Could be a shy woodpecker
Wanting quiet space.










The stone saint has turned;
Now his back is to the road.
What does it all mean?

Few white flakes drift by
Latecomers to the party

Who have lost their way.

A million years old,
Once covered by deep oceans
Rock sits in the woods.












Near abandoned house
Green plants grow between the cracks
Of the untrod slate.


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