the deer goes still.
I wonder, is its mind still,
or in a sprint?
Deer Mind [Haiku]
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sweet rain scent, &
sound of spatter on leaves, &
one drop on the face.

one fisherman,
boat undulating on the
lake at sunrise.

I’m stunned by all the starry nights
Beyond the sprawling city’s lights:
Swirls made of so many colors —
The dark, the light, middling others.
What eternal infinite
Exists out there between
All those stars?
All the dust and nothingness
Of that cold, unbounded expanse
Dances in the hot shell
Of my skull.




in the darkness
beyond the big city lights,
a moon looms.