A drone of mowers
throwing dust mechanically
into the twilight.
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- I like things to behow I remember them andnot the ...
- From where I'm sitting,it sure doesn't look like r...
- Hey, angry blue sky,how about a cloud or twoto soa...
- Sad, old warehouse sitslike the bones of long dead...
- Why do trees rustlefar up in their leafy tops?Too ...
- My hot skin is soothedby the air-conditoned bliss-...
- Quiet! What is that noise?The back gate rasps, and...
- Alone in the dark,with the music of trafficsinging...
- Solomn blades of grasswhisper in the wind, calling...
- The highway blurs withwaves of orange heat thatcou...
- Summer has come now,with its thick heat that slows...
- Balmy summer breezebrings the chance of rainfall a...
- Flash of red feathersas the cardinal darts between...
- A slow, thick movementrolls throw the heat of comi...
- Cloudy evening fallson my full belly andmy sad, ad...
- The tall thicket swarmswith the unseen rustle ofal...
- My oak trees all havelittle red buds of new leaves...
- Fireflies flickerin and out of iris stemsfloating...
- Closed lilies shudderas their unfurled orange bloo...
- My neighbors flowersare pushing through my fence b...
- Huge, yellow full moonwades motionless in starless...
- A drone of mowersthrowing dust mechanicallyinto th...
- Long shadows rippletheir lacy patterns acrossthe s...
- Cold winds are blowingthe vast ocean of green asth...
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Purpose
- 365 Days
- Prairie Grove, Arkansas, United States
- My plan is to post a Tanka, Haiku, or another short breath of some sort daily, and to include pictures of the outdoors at least twice a week. I want this to be an exercise in living in the moment and disciplined writing.
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