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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Who's Worshiping Whom?


Gray it is again;
This time, a promise of rain?
The plants are thirsty.

Last page of this book;
I have done twenty note books
Filled with my haiku.
The gray sky is breaking;
The blue sky is expanding;
I wait for the sun.
Chickens in the field
Acting as if it's their cage.
Chickens are chickens.

Winding round the fence:
Green ivy, looking relaxed.
It's stronger than steel.
St. Francis and his flock:
Blue and light pink flowers.
Who's worshiping whom? 
Suddenly, the sun
Bursting upon the pavement
Cuts dark shadows.
Slow and sun-tinged clouds
Gliding over the tree tops
Make way for the light.




Slowly dissolving,
Tree trunk sinks into the earth
From where it was sprung.

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