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from The Drought by J. G. Ballard
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thin branch
made mostly bare
yellowed leaves
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Halloween Haiku by Jone Rush MacCulloch
scarecrow in the field
wears last winter’s torn raincoat
murder of crows land
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the hours
come at different times
squirrels / up and down a tree
the order the same
the order the same
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The Blue in Beets by Erica Funkhouser
The blue in beets
comes and goes
sometimes a shadow
of the weeds
where beets grew
or of their towering leaves
other times a suggestion
of what the beets
might have been:
blue birds
blue stones
blue fish
blue whales
blue water.
If blue isn’t here
it’s there
if it’s not there
it’s coming
if you have just seen it
it will be back
if you have never seen it
you will.
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dead spider
on the stove
changing the clocks
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Time by John Wieners
Why is it eternity lasts a moment
a moment eternity?
Are you quiet enough to hear horned owls
at dawn?
I hear voices rustle in the leaves
after they are gone.
New mice burst into life. Small raccoons
bear tiny chains around their wrists.
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sandwich
half eaten
the air hardens
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from sky hammer by Julian Talamantez Brolaski:
I took my sky hammer &
pounded out a few choice
clouds, cirrus and I don’t know, nimbus
as in a god on earth
moving in space as a great auroral mist
a god who beholds the sparrows
washing in the dusty gravel
of frankford avenue
…
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future
gods of forgotten hymns, fallen
squirrel food
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actually that mountain is clouds #haiku
— ant ant ant ant ant (@ariariariariari) August 27, 2022
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rock fall
of the clock hand
a branch, falling
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Marble
by Maggie Graber
via Lue’s Poetry Hour
Love, show me your teeth.
Show me the night settling
like a black pond, moon
a glint in a wolf’s eye. Show me
your eyes of bone-white
and shadow, the bonfires
that stripped off our bark
and your throat full of bees.
Look. The river changes tenses
and I can’t get enough of this
light, the needlework of stars
and the dozen broken hearts
it took to get to this one—
a marble peering through ashes
like moonlight in mist.
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hawk standing
in a once wild field
hotel brick red head
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from 2/16 by Alice Notley
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fog
thick
burning off
with the sun sweep
of the hour hand
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pumpkin guts
dried on the step
quilt of fallen leaves
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