Fri, 12 Nov 2004
Hail
Hail stings our faces.
The kids call out shrieks of joy,
glad this is so real.
23:33 |
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Dark Island
Light all around,
but distant--our dark island
cut off by the waves.
23:29 |
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Airport
A light in the fog
becomes a huge, roaring plane.
Another follows.
23:27 |
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Haiku II
Sometimes the only
good thing I do in a day
is write a haiku.
05:48 |
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