no water, no tree;
some water, fine tree;
much water, dead tree
Too Much [Haiku]
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Atlanta Limerick
There once was a man from Atlanta who wouldn't drink Coke, Sprite, or Fanta. They called him crackpot, fired him on the spot, and he was put on the naughty list by Santa.
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Canna Lily [Haiku]
Monsoon Falls [Haiku]
Plodding Clouds [Haiku]
The Elephant’s Gait [Haiku]
the elephant's gait - unrushed and lumbering, but without detours
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Red Rocks [Haiku]
red rocks warm from the morning sun lounge in messy stacks
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City as Organism [Free Verse]
There are cities that grow upon cities, piling them up and spreading them out; amoeba-like false feet reaching down the cold run corridors of transit Markets grow up through the cracks - some vast and hardy tumors of commerce while others are little card table kiosks kicked into corners The view becomes uniform & undifferentiated - like an ocean, sprawling to infinity in all directions; more complex than the sea but equal in its dispiriting sameness In some room or another, in that vast repository of rooms, everything that can happen is happening -- loving, killing, praying, torturing, healing, and so on Rooms are the city's cells; the buildings - its organs; the neighborhoods - its systems; and we are but molecules in the city's scheme.
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Floods [Common Meter]
The waters rise slowly, at first - like a cool tease or flirt. But soon there's not one single inch of dry or exposed dirt. It's knee-high seas for as far as the naked eye can see. The shrubs are drowned, and there're no trunks on any of the trees. I'm sick of being soaked, and hope the world will quickly drain, and restore what was once a vast expanse of fruitful plains.
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Patchwork Lands [Free Verse]
patchwork in shades of green, beige, and rust-red clay geometries formed of odd angles spreading ahead to the edge of sight & imagination so many fields in so many states - yet, all in one time & place there, I felt a tad bit infinite, being stretched from a stable center in all directions as time sprawled first to last in no particular order
