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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martyr to mortals--
dragon this shadow
tail through life
my hoard of days

shallow as gold
deep as luster
I scale
even the sky

I am the dark heart
that humans hide
the prize of myth
a piece of sky

the knights approach--
weaned on the virtue
of murder

they don't ask why



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Sullen and still
you walked upon me
which I allowed,
smiling with secret knowledge.

But the time came, boy
when I put aside my garden
and toppled your tower,
all your hard work,
right over and took half.

This earth, like me,
is not more good,
just more patient.





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The best symbol of the States
for me, is found where urban sprawl
assumes each road is both
more and less 'traveled by'

we try to find our [
and cross each other's] way --
a white line intrudes
a tidy box within the fugue

and for a moment giving up
our progress, we give each other way,
take and make turns, or failing that
defer to what is right

in some dim way required
to understand each others minds --
and through a veil of glass
meet each other's eyes beneath

the ever flashing lights --
a glimpse of the people
[by the people, for the people]
in practice, rather less grand than any flag

but none the worse for that.





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