I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 January 2011

After days of rain: December 2010

I remember
American rivers —
smooth turquoise.


my friend is dying
I don’t want to speak of it
yet I will phone her


Friday morning rain
dribbles unseasonably.
Soon the air will steam.


after days of rain


They write of cold.
I mop my perspiration

Friday lasts a week
and then it begins again
we’re in a time-warp


Fried haiku.
We keep cooking them up:
deep fried ... stir-fried ...

After the day’s heat
she sits up naked all night
playing with haiku.


hot morning
grass wet underfoot
sun high early

blue sky
after long rain


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