Table of Contents
1) One Waiting (prose + haiku)
2) Returning (prose + haiku sequence)
3) Shortly (prose + tanka)
4) Watch Time (text + tanka)
5) Quick Oval (sijo sequence + prose)
6) Bronzed (free verse, dialogue, tanka + haiku)
7) It Passes (tanka, free verse + haiku)
8) On-Line (ghazal + free verse)
9) When Not Expected (tanka + prose + ghazal)
10) Certainly More (prose + tanka sequence)
July offers deeds not thought about in June. It seems to
be a run-in
run-out of departures. Vibrating hours with this air travel's luggage, that of a last squeezed-in kept clean.
Delayed from occurring younger to a guest, the hostess revisits on duty.
Eye-contact's dark as if earlier times haven't been forgotten. Thank you. On the guest's knees fork and knife; the spoon leaning longer on a peach. Laughing, the neighbor's ear moves a little. Antedated? The hair hints a shine of amber. No, well, yes --
room during a flight
From high above, one watches small blurred gardens, leaving much not yet mended. With a last drink, a nut-filled olive keeps turning particularly slow. In the meantime we learn about landing restrictions.
The runway narrows down. The one waiting on the ground can't stand his excitement. He's checking for the seventh time the true minute of this, for his heartbeat far too late arrival
the night-shade of a day-dream
before an argument, when the milkmaid drifts into dullness,
we hear white echoes. The mountain goats went to rest.
Wood-wind and drum call mellow margins until
clouds announcing hard rain
I, the bushtit hide in hedges
two musicians go by
both wear feathers on their hats
It's a sandal-path wearing the bones to dust.
Could be longer without longing. Friend's voices
connected linked living, shape of a mind's ear
haikai no renga
the north road
Tailor of language, let's say spring forms
a fluid line along with a rainy season's
water to fall
Outdoors outlines two-faced echoes of a cuckoo.
On landslides, uphill short breath, wet sleeves' hem.
and no road
to the north
Mineral he trusts and the bites of fleas are
installments in a night of long skilled giggling.
deepening and narrow
into the north
One irresistible syllable in the depth of
others. Who is which? Bell-ringers' pine and pain
make a triple-folded song of ink-worn paper.
Rice wine's heat, how to keep it pulsating
on half-frozen tears?
on the road
He confesses: summer is touching. Dimple, dimple
frogs. And the poet? Occasionally listening, there is
a fly's fire in no wind's direction. Ink bar and rubbing,
the brush filled with the lake's dark, a first word drops
the interior road
Dedicated to Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694)
Illuminated time, axle time, forgive me time or not,
abalone time, cross-blind time,
rooting time, belly-up time, joke time on the rocks, oh no oh please time, split
stitches time, timeless time, light and shadow time, buckle-up time, time out,
summer time, bent over injection time, Indian time, the cook's time, hotel-minutes'
risk, time spring, peep time, hopeless mummy time, jeweled time, only one pound
left of time, shivering before shaking time, as if time, climber's time, time for
fauns, time to possess, slower time on cushions, extended leg time, not a time of
seventeen, like this time, second time with him, not yet printer's time, tale time
turmoil time, winners' time, time of dark holes, I see it in your-face-time, gay area time, single seed time, chords of time, tofu time, believers' hell of a time, e-mail time, present times, the more car the less vacation time, had I time you wouldn't, sperm time frozen, plum mouth time, some times not, both for the first time, wrong timing you said, lay down dog time, twice half a time, Shiva lengthening the time of inhaling, third eye time, shaded minutes, not a summer saving time, arms up time, timed far distant talk, weekly news time, automatic time shutter/ nuclear time, Albert's time (relatively), timeless flattering, time to undo, help mine with your time, timid
immune time, the sound of time at night, too late to know time, time never seen or who puts time first away, candle time, monk-to-monk time, whirling dervish time, across winged time, pink time open, time alternating no-time, sick as time can be, haiku are written now it's your time, elf times' waist line, elbow time, sneak around and get it in time, sabbatical, other times in games, fall over winter time, harbor time, between time left, internet time, listen I'll not find time, time spots, growing depth in time, outdoor film time, horse time and trotting, run away nomadic time, secluded brush time, it is
Salvador Dali's oil
as it drips
soft watches wait
to hear the ticking
Inclination, light is divided into moving shades.
One is the finder, one the keeper under a straw hat's skin.
On soft dunes, their mouths rounded, no quick no.
Eyes drift from this oral territory down to a wind-cooled
June is a joiner, horizons appear as a pretense.
Installation-artists sharing stoned time; you may walk through.
September, a weekend progressively advancing. With two ladies side by side in deck chairs looking down a cliff to the sea, there is Goldy, the retriever. A boy plays with the dog, until he makes him jump in a huge arc right over the chairs.
Laughter. Not the one relaxing muscles, but the other one, ending in a tinny sound, a chill. Somehow weight seems amplified, long since wanted to be shared. It is of additional consequences that from now on the confidants use their phrases selectively.
Both wish to contemplate the idea of giving today's evening a "first name", let's say Joy. So whenever dusk offers increasingly darkness, one can call in this short word for prolongation or renewal of what is waiting to slip into a stage of experiment.
swansdown destined to shield the body.
Sitting straight, in who's device
do the eight arms of a Bodhisattva
pursue the lower spirits in a strangle hold?
Is the bloodhound absolved, attested? Amanda, for
puts her calling-card close to the slit of a pay phone. Slow,
intentionally loose in sleeves, the hair braided, it seems
a beginning; acquired, so to speak extendible, almost
- come please qualifying. Yes, I did mean pure. No, I didn't say I traced it.
-contorted pears, still hard, your mother says still green.
- well, not permanently
(she puts one more quarter in)
for each wish
she feels the arc outgrowing
pink on prolonged fingernails
it's an attendant
and no other efforts keep
offensive movements smoother
A not yet authorized nerve can be favored
irregular, increasingly within a vowel.
One may explore more patiently
the same of another unsettled texture
the conversation tied, (not depending)
A shade occurs
red marks its door, smoke
it may move a stone
Saturday that warm, dresses will be losers.
I'm not home on Easter Sunday, think of hiding
eggs as an arrangement referring to Semite
rose water sweets. They come powdered, female
as you know, have a longer rest and getting soft
Communicant. Questions, some dipterous some titular.
I want to lay myself down in grass that is laying
want to swell with breath that is swelling
want to move with water that is moving
wish to go with other marbles' slower going
wish to grow with chalk's white growing
as it leaves....the bird a nest ....leaving
this amount of April rain-light.
unseen wave strollers;
uninterrupted touch for 24 hours.
Links lengthened for migration;
the youngest on delay, hardly oscillating.
Blurred fingertips. Conservation in blue squares.
Impatience being taken as an impulse.
Reflection, repose, reappraisal. Resistance,
evenly entered, getting stronger solely by distance.
It's an evening, light trading traces. Did a bat pass
Precise presentiment and vagueness, well, do we want it?
Palpable dependency, no, despite the emphasis is still
bound to both being singles. If you type in yes, well or
becoming, it probably draws on something desirable.
Would it hold more expectation?
On two screens separated halves; even the pauses
seem to be magnetized.
No approach to former days folding the mind,
folding the slowly filled length of a paper letter.
Archived, waves of her latest question leave
a little mark. You deleted the graphic, even though
you know I liked the soft gray in the upper right corner.
When Not Expected
Such an event, white
territory, corner to corner fresh
time of a snowball
on those high cheeks
prevalent, eyes shut
the skin mobilized
evening-smell close to a harbor
red flashes, dark flashes
The way her ankles coming closer, rubbing. The center, well aware of not quite centered even though, rattle snake skin, lately shed, determining the width of her belt.
A first mild day slides out of March,
on its last step leather of older boots stiffens.
Didn't she ask me? After replacing her winter
pristine conditions left the track more smooth.
Undefined wishes, long standing in her mind
are confining. Knives of late hail go
for a swim in ditches; night frost's skin
Something seems to give in
to a crocus' break-through. The yellow
place maker warms its own trend.
Good morning, do we twinkle? Here is the liter of
packed. Silken service, polite prescriptions, presage.
Questions, intermittently occurring, are not
finding easily a place, let's say, save for months.
whales, migrating at a distance of four-hundred yards
from the cliff house, Gualala, California, February 15,
Sporadically spume. In a unity of concern no enfeeblement on the way north to krill. Dwelling in fluids, is this a conspiracy? Three humpbacks are not playing far from the shore. Their values pleased with obligations.
A book slips out of my hand when an earthquake under the sea, close to Eureka, sends its energies horizontally down the coast.
An couple of osprays is looking for a tree to offer a wide-angle view, tide connected. The birds' decision leans on last winter's experience.
Suddenly a cry, pure along pointing, soon certainly more. There is some use in asking the air and sea for support
apart from a first
word not spoken on a beach
at the end of salt appears
a shell, soft-mouthed
it solves the winding
charm, we want it
cherished or perhaps
her laughter filled
with someone else
but not a sign of errors
seen in opposition
blind date before
milk-skin prolonging the night
or what it uses, instead
a swing to one more
wild song, wild belief
arc of iris
whom to follow
pieces of slow occasions
she blushes unseen, I guess
her mail-pigeon left.
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