Basho and Thoreau
Sit silently by their ponds
Beautiful stillness
Ah, poets and their ponds
poetry, prose, and photography

āGoing to sleep Friday
Tomorrow’s free morning
Ah, to wake leisurely!
My mind springs awake
Hours before dawn
This sadistic life

Hear the night’s language
Moving between streetlights
Far away laughter


coolness upon my face
sweaters delight me deeply
dawn’s arrival slowed
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