Spring turns…
one red tulip
leads the yellows

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Midnight madman!
Now I can’t sleep
without his screaming

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Storm crow caw
presides!
(But where’s the rain?)

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Spring won’t turn…
two ducks
wait for the bus

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Spring won’t turn…
fly at the window
begs my heat

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The prisoner
near midnight…crickets
cross his chains

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tanka:
The slap
green on green
of that waste dumpster flipped
by a toddler

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tanka:
The thud
of horse hay
hitting snow
past the fence,
nearly sunset

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Silent hut…
deaf monk rings
no bell

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Alone
here…that must
be my blood

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Street light!
How it stands ramrod
for the green

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Spring turns…
open windows for air
at the firehouse

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He won’t give,
he won’t give…a pigeon
pecks grass

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Spring won’t turn…
grey balloon lost
in grey sky

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