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farmer with a Brueghel face
I walk into the 15th century

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scientist tying

Orions Belt – and why?

he's wearing suspenders

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waste dump

the four elements present -

cradle of life?

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blue sky
when did I last
see a clown?

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bells from the train-crossing

I am not alone

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moonlight

removing what is left

of cover-ups

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rain ::: those nameless waters

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biting an apple

the silent sky

of midwinter

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the door squeaks
in three notes
start of frenzied sax-solo

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on the garbage bin

a thin layer of ice

and what is left of the moon

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willfully ignoring the other

black cat and I

beneath Orions Belt

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lights
all in the same place
train window

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crossing a brook
frozen

haiga

tanka

”The color red
is the fastest” I yell
to the grayscaled
landscape
not moving

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walls of mist
sheep and swans
in camouflage

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stacking my coins
two for the ferryman
rest for the laundromat

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carpenters van
red as ketchup -
my arms stopped shaking

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circle of rainbow
cast on the wall
reflection of Vivaldi Concerti

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right side of the moon
a Bach Cantata
embedded in silver foil

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Gesualdo
the voices of angels
and maddening jealousy

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a new planet, eh?
pass the sugar, please

added

Added a little "dusk" theme here

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in an ink blot
reflection of the full moon
I watch it harden

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under the cap
above the boots
this face I know

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she fumbles her ring
while on the phone
train going nowhere

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New Years eve
the village comes alive
for a little while