“Earth / Chi”
The oak wavers not;
stable, inexorable,
spreading its root wide.
Steve D
The oak wavers not;
stable, inexorable,
spreading its root wide.
Steve D
He stands on the corner amidst the sea
Watching the people flow down the street
With their tenacity and their gnashing teeth
Sniffing out a piece of Joe Don’s defeat
Hard hat yellow
Belt like espresso
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Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Are not all things we’ve
built, wrought, and designed simply
eventual trash?
Steve D
If I followed a
raindrop through its cycle, where
would we fall again?
Steve D
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
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Air does not settle.
Always moving, it surrounds
and envelops all.
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Stitch your clouds across
the sky, a billowing quilt
of heavenly down.
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Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
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At times I wonder
if my haikus will one day
be read as proverbs.
Steve D