yellow petals drop: on the lake: washed together; on the ground: spread out.
Blossom Plights [Haiku]
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Grave Reviews [Free Verse]
I click on Google Maps;
a pin highlights for a cemetery,
and, here, I stumble upon
graveyard reviews.
These reviews intrigue me because
it seems to me that if one is capable
of writing a cemetery review,
then one is unqualified.
And, if one is qualified to comment
on the caliber of an eternal resting place,
then one is unlikely to be capable of
posting a review.
I read one of the one-star reviews
and see that the reviewer's principal complaint
is an overabundance of "pocong."
"What is a 'Pocong?'" you may ask.
It is a Javanese ghost that takes up
occupancy in death shrouds.
Why is there a Javanese ghost
infestation in a cemetery 4000 kilometers
from Java, and -- as near as I can tell --
with zero Javanese occupants?
The review does not say,
but I love that someone panned
a cemetery based on the presence
of foreign ghosts
[and not because it is simultaneously
phasmophobic and xenophobic.]
But because it shows an unbridled commitment
to one's imagination that is usually
only seen among children.
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Cloud Deception [Haiku]
Rain Slick [Haiku]
the autumn rains have wetted the pavement for days on end.
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Cemetery Math [Free Verse]
i walk through the graveyard,
subtracting birth from death dates
to determine age at death.
there’s a correlation between
speed of calculation &
the degree of tragedy.
the faster i can determine an age,
the more disconcerting the death:
like the girl — 1990 to 2008.
the 89 year old man who survived WWII
service in the Burmese jungle
doesn’t raise as many questions.
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Shape Shift [Haiku]
in waning sunlight, the shapes of shadows shift as boats drift.
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Lake Waves [Haiku]
lake waves break ashore unpredictably, catching hapless strollers.
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Firewalker Limerick
There once was a wild-eyed firewalker whose show turned out to be a shocker. His feet were unharmed, but clothes not as charmed. they burst aflame & he became a firesquawker.
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Melancholy Autumn [Haiku]
wistful autumn days: i look up to the blue sky from the tawny grass.
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Drift & Dart [Haiku]
the fish drifts - barely: then, with a snap of its tail, it darts to the depths.
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