nesting birds
unmoved by their reflected
doppelgängers
Nesting Birds [Haiku]
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DAILY PHOTO: Chicago River, North Loop
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Animosity City [Free Verse]
A place of rage w/ days tricked out into hamster wheel activity, actions of unknown purpose & unknown origin
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DAILY PHOTO: Flowers w/ Church, Budapest [Felsővízivárosi Szent Anna templom]
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City Subdued [Haiku]
Good Neighbors [Common Meter]
In caverns below the city lives a beast, reviled. It's fierce and ancient and patient -n- won't come up unless riled. When you read of disappearance: kidnapped or ran away? It might be neither one, rather, it's breached the light of day. So, if this beast is not one you wish to look in the face, When you take to song and dance: don't stomp or over-Bass!
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Where’d the Water Go? [Free Verse]
the lake is low. where'd the water go? i don't know... but you can bet squirrels aren't at fault.
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Painted Forest [Lyric]
The forest looks painted with dabs of bright color, a pointillist mural of the leaves' last hurrah. Soon, it'll turn twiggy, and sing desolation, and invite the fog in to soften sharp lines. Then one day you'll notice leaves glowing in sunlight. Their green will be golden from warm yellow rays. The maturing forest will darken its greenness, turning to sober tones that blot out the light.
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DAILY PHOTO: Hotel Queen Elizabeth, Gödöllő
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Relentless Rain [Sonnet]
It rains for days on end in this city. The people peer out under umbrellas. Nothing 's washed clean; it's soggy & gritty and brutal as a Kafka novella. The streets aren't light, but nor are they true dark. The light isn't absent, just sapped of vim. The gray that remains is like Fall in Denmark. Relentless rain is relentlessly grim. The gutters are glutted with murk and sludge. The rushing waters can't sweep it all clean. All work 's drudgery and all walks a trudge, and there's no sparkle in the pavement sheen. Do some "sing in the rain?" No, they just mock -- their umbrella flipped out and w/ sodden socks.
