I remember
American rivers —
smooth turquoise.
2/12/10
my friend is dying
I don’t want to speak of it
yet I will phone her
2/12/10
Friday morning rain
dribbles unseasonably.
Soon the air will steam.
3/12/10
sunshine
after days of rain
birdsong
10/12/10
They write of cold.
I mop my perspiration
thankfully.
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Friday lasts a week
and then it begins again
we’re in a time-warp
18/12/10
Fried haiku.
We keep cooking them up:
deep fried ... stir-fried ...
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After the day’s heat
she sits up naked all night
playing with haiku.
19/12/10
hot morning
grass wet underfoot
sun high early
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blue sky
after long rain
summer?
31/12/10
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