haiku/1*

three fir cones
in my handful—
autumn




amadou on birchbark—
we breathe
with the flame




afternoon prose—
behind my glasses
barely drizzles




close my eyes
in the twilight of the chapel—
sunny swath




only one beetle—
the sparrow grass
bends

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* from January / February 28, 2011 Sketchbook Vol. 6, No. 1

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