tonight the moon stares,
teetering on the brink
of speech
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Month: May 2013
5/30/13: That Expression
something you name,
something you can’t, and
shadows both cast
5/29/13: As Fabled
a reed, gray
and broken, floating
downstream
5/28/13: Facebook
piles of dropped
blossoms—my haiku,
your clutter
5/27/13: Doppler
a voice drops
and fades, a face rises
and sinks
5/26/13: Resting
sitting on steps
I saw a beetle lumbering and
closed my eyes
5/25/13: A Note
if you find
this message, please
read it
