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Haiku: Lions

the wind awakens
beginning with a loud roar
displaying his pride

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Haiku: Worn

muddy meadow trail
arcs between knolls and anthills
one thousand ghost steps

Ramble: Realization

what is truth but the residue
you leave behind with your passing

Haiku: Venus

bright light of my night
show my heart where it may reach
sea shells on the beach

Poem: Control

I’d rather be calm
as this glassy lake
than feel those stormy
winds writing my fate
hard on razor rocks
and eliminate
any delusion
that I might escape
what is preordained
because of the snake
promising knowledge
to substantiate
the reason to be…

ahh – I see my mistake.