Monthly Archives: February 2014

738

Geese waddle the quad
Black feet ignoring the snow
Too light for footprints

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737

Gold-plated angel
Stands on the Mormon temple
Trumpet pointed east

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736

Haiku in my head
It hurts here and here and here
Pointless physician

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735

Haiku on a magazine
Word half scraped on the cover
The pen to my tongue

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734

Circle of poets
Questions of difficulty
A sweater like mine

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733

Book in my pocket
Sun shines through a church steeple
The shadow of bells

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732

No skyline today
What looks like fog but is mist
Clouding the windows

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731

A man with no gloves
Two windows clear, two frozen
Ice-topped puddle crunch

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730

Dark now, the day snow
Turns to night rain—water sound
The moon not to scale

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729

Trees half brown half white
Room shakes, snow falls from the roof
And piles out of sight

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