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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
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On the sadness of keyboards:
the vacation over –
in her room, in mine
raindrops mechanical
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the cows, asleep
like trees struck down
by sharp noon heat
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yesterday, yes –
in all my clothes,
old birch smoke
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afternoon rain –
fingers green with ink
mumbling the blues
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Local bus stop. Everyone in my old home town drives a car, except for me. I would have it no other way.
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arms against talk –
the punch line cut short
by a drum fill
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from the wall,
an off-key note
comes back to haunt
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Apple leaves, as seen from the hammock. The first week of my vacation went by blindingly fast.
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emerge from a dream
to an empty house –
the hum of rain
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at the lake
the sound of children
living as stones
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rain,
the magpie speaks
and rain it is!
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evening:
calloused fingers fretting
birdsong only
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my work finished
an aeroplane brush-stroke
slowly dissolving
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walker’s bliss –
the forest swallows
distant car-wails
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in the evening sun
the guitar strings become
candles of their own
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on the balcony
a spider sketching
the courtyard elm
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through the pub window
sky in imitation
of a car, stalling