beneath the leaning
trees - faint stripes
of arid soil
point towards water

sycamore seeds fall in
the cracks - and grow
thriving on false hope
but I know

there is no room
on this river bank
for anyone else
to grow tall




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Hmm, yes--another haiku. Blame it on my short attention span.






in rythm and dance
black branches crochet the storm --
the stars are unmoved



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p.s. as of right now (it may not last) Father of Dragons made it into the top ten bestsellers at Samhain (see left column)

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cricket in the stairwell
calling to the EXIT sign
hieroglyphic moon



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