the air is not tense with rain
swelled clouds pass over
leaving only blue sky
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spirited glow of sun
leveling with dying grass
casting long shadows
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fireflies dance to make love
already
in yearning
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three haiku (sort of) – Hoc Scripsi
May 27, 2012
remember the fallen
I have a headache.
I’ve had a headache to varying degrees for three days. this is regardless of it being memorial day weekend.
bright sun now in late afternoon casting long shadows of birds across neatly trimmed lawns.
I resist the urge to glance skyward at low flying helicopters.
the beautiful muse, my wife, is the grill master during this long three days. I only confirm the degradation of gas lines and she uses charcoal lighter fluid.
according to one weather source it hit 95 today.
remember the fallen. be reverent. strike up the band. we dance for others.
be lunatic love luck lost in sacred reveille.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 