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In Quiet
silences can be profound
so while my own words
refuse to come
I take a solitary seat
overlooking the river
of your creativity
To watch the world
drift slowly by
#Coffee
Haikus
flow like rivers
lingual tributes
to the rich full moon
Now I, well I
with this verse
add my drops
The Moon and the Yew Tree
This
is the light of the mind
cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black
The light is blue
The grasses unload
their griefs on my feet
as if I were God...
~ Sylvia Plath
Backpacking
high in the Rockies
leaving our connected
digital world behind
We seek
to be part of the land
to be free, primitive
to be wild
Pine logs
crackle in flame
dancing shadows
light up your face
we make long eye contact
feel the rush of raw heat
Not from the fire
Beach fireworks tonight!
USA Independence Day
243 years on we’re still
proud and free...
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