Four Serial Haikus
Too lazy to pen.
Sorbet, burring bird, hazed sun -
in the palisades .Seagulls squabbling,
little money spider crawls
over Urshie's spoon.Train horns, gear changes,
dog yap, bucket clank, spoon scrape -
gravel silent, still.Gesturing shades dance
under swaying washing line,
blackening, fading.........................
Dandelion Sunday
No civic act, these dandelion borders,
boarders of the conciliar provision,
borough squatters,
deep roots, flat leaf-rings spread low
beneath the cutter's blade.Yesterday a ribbed and
undistinguished greenery
shook roughneck heads or
nodded at wheels gone by;
today hundreds of small suns blaze.Now the band of glory
has a gruff, smiling chorus
as well as rows of horns,
while over them all, birches trail
diffident catkins........................
Reset Time
Finally I do not need time-out
to hear the blackbird sing his thrilling eve.Roads have doused themselves
in Sunday ale and tea-time,left expressive masteries of motorbikes
to aria with barely legal pipes,
and songbirds have the bird-halls to themselves.Between two sheds sun pauses
on the fence, his big disc reddening
gold wiser, the angle of adieu...
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Bare Shouldered
Şiir"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...