Stranger's Weight in Fireflies Haiku

 
dark street
someone’s weight in fireflies
suddenly takes off

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before dawn
a stranger’s footprints
cold ocean fills

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beach before dawn
in dark fragments
finding myself

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before dawn
where waves break
my thoughts break

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Descartes, a crow
seeing the world
seeing its beak

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walk miles of sand
to get from ocean
dark wave energy

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spring window
an aphid
draws in my breath

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walking miles
next to waves breaking
everything I know

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snowy vineyard
a fox and a crow
pretend they’re strangers

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cherry blossoms
two crows chase
absolutely nothing

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my little black cat
rubs her fangs on me
her strange pet

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pencil on my desk
next to a few shark teeth
its ancient fang sharp

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morning reaches
the far side of the river
before us

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spring goddesses
the lady with 37 cats
disgusts and awes

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streetlights twinkle
out in the dark river
a piece of you swims

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a goose neck
in morning glories
we’re not ourselves

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moving an aphid
from bathwater to plant
a born-again drunk

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mother says
teeth marks 
on sea things

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it’s not just
an aphid on my finger
it’s a “rescue-aphid”

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sparrows take
milky splash baths
in potholes we curse

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the mouse hole…
nature leaks in
a nuclear plant

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a mouse hole…
nature checks out
our nuclear deal

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dragonfly hovers
in a cooling tower’s
nuclear breath

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sealed nuclear
power plant in the river
dragonflies visit

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moonlight
like Brahms
for dragonflies

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a thunderstorm
sweeps the flags
off all graves

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hissing rain sheets
old woman who died years ago
again sweeps our street

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long ago
in the wind
witches sang

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the kiss
first draft
witchcraft

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the bobcat
climbs and climbs
spring ideas

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picking wildflowers
a field once our house
our dog guards below

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raking leaves
my dead neighbor’s dead dog’s ball
rolls out

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my old street
only familiar faces
the clouds

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buried child
a plastic kickball
hides in the basement

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he keeps keys
to houses and beds
long gone

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moon shines
coldly on a ladder
apple pickers forgot

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a stone thrown
into the dark river
makes good time

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late night rain walk
the past’s umbrella
opens its arms

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heavy rain
falling asleep
between sympathy cards

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in a pinch
headlights in rain
for moonlight

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humans
the future’s
unreadable format

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that sunflowers climb
that sometimes people fall
naked from the sky

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a field stone
for doorstoop
blunt speech of home

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a crow’s cry
just beyond a windowsill’s
glass button jar

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her clothes donated
her glass jar
of buttons stays

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shaving
the old cedar box
for new scent

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Stone Age ends
stones struggle
to find work

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surf pebbles
toss-talk
in their sleep

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dark country roads
trees much taller
than their houses

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forest walk
the clock’s blood pressure
much lower

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slow tortoise…
envying rust
on its elbows

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hay-tumble verdict–
again please but something less
than Evermore Street

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night earthquake
dress shop mannequins feel
their first orgasm

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ancient crack
in a teacup
holding it together

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men merely dead
or truly dead
her smile tells you

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usually
skip prefaces
but this morning fog…

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drowned school jock
dark river had all winter
pops up on prom night

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deep down
on the river bottom
all the free things

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funeral home
the caskets cracked open
faint cries of porn

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dark deli
lobsters in a tank
fight over bubbles

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coffin shopping
he chooses a finish
that goes with his car
















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