the city din drones: horns, jackhammers, and shouts; listen to the flowers
Flowering Mind [Haiku]
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the hawk's head-shifts are precise and follow in rapid succession... and then cease it lifts one feather at a time as if sniffing its pits it shifts from talon to talon, and then once more it seems to be settling in, getting comfortable for a long stakeout... and then it's gone, diving off the ledge, disappearing into the city valley

footprints in the sand
diverge, and i wonder
if there’s a story

There once was a monogamous Geometer who could angle in inches or kilometers. "I do love triangles, except love triangles," At orgies he was a nervous vomiter.

light sweeps slowly
across the cave floor;
can bats tell?

bamboo, young & supple,
looms over knurly and
stunted hardwoods