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the rain finished;
falling from below
the sound of nail clippers
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afternoon coffee —
for you, honoured fruit fly,
the grounds in the sink
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the day’s work done
white gold gleaming
in the branches of August
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Almost a full year on Micro.blog for me, so decided to do some housekeeping on the ol' blog: updated the about page and changed to an adequately blurry profile pic. Here’s to another year!
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afternoon, vanishing
into the air conditioning
of a homebound bus
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the old barn wall
brought down by this heat
fresh red apples
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From some walk a month or two ago: signs are always interesting, as if they had some deeper meaning…
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at the field’s edge
haybales set up
with a flat back four
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the lights of Helsinki –
a fox runs before us
into dark waters
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Pixies, 14th of August:
a ghost humming
in the bathroom pipes –
“Here Comes Your Man”
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all coffee gone
a flash of lightning
dusts the floor
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over morning coffee
church bells mourn
fountain pens lost
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lightning overhead
a bee seeks shelter
under my hair
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high morning sun –
a passing cloud
lends me its hat
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staring at my pen
cigarette smoke
from the balcony below
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Friday afternoon –
he arranges leaves
to pay for the night’s lager
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Camped near this small forest pond. Yes, there’s a pond there somewhere. The night spent in conversation, wet wood smoking in the fire. In the morning, the smell was everywhere, so strong that I thought of taking a dip to wash it away. But of course didn’t. Some waters are better left unstirred.
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Camped near this small forest pond. The night spent in conversation, wet wood smoking in the fire. In the morning, their smell was everywhere, so strong that I thought of taking a dip to wash it away. But of course didn’t. Some waters are better left unstirred.
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A few weeks back, another weekend at another friend’s cabin. Late in the night, on my way to fetch another sparkling water from the fridge, ran into this lonely weirdo.
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bedroom fan humming
E on the balcony;
A History of Private Life
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dusk –
on the kitchen floor
a fingernail grinning
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in stagnant heat
pre-season football
forever buffering
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Luck; to live on a day like today.
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Last weekend, in Sammatti:
at the smoking fire
the wine in my tin cup
warms up, oxbloods
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Friday evening –
the sound of my ankle
letting go concrete