ten thousand crickets
night equinox, cool wind, warm
white moon, constant drift
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JPHart / Fiction
If fiction is dead, reality is not far behind.
J.P. Hart
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- Bio
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Sleep: our paradigm/
of the universe to keep/
through a constant night
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Daybreak young bucks joust
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Antlers clash, wet flank muscle
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Sunlit snow showers, night
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nothing but blue sky
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even the half moon stood still
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night's watch, as birds fought
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magnolia fire
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as the swan swims, rain fell cold
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flowers light the pond
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*Yes. That was me at Kmart in sunglasses asking for Van Morrison's
Greatest Hits.
Pleased to meet you!
MY RECENT POSTS
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May 26, 2012 01:58PM - Kafka Woke Me
May 19, 2012 09:27AM - Deeply from the Sixty-Six
May 16, 2012 08:01AM - Poem Not About Poetry
May 12, 2012 09:05AM - Dead Bird
April 29, 2012 01:15PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks Gerald.
I
should have qualified the poem
as an excerpt from a
larger
5,600…”
May 27, 2012 11:32AM - “Read, rated,
bumped.”
May 26, 2012 10:36PM - “Howdy hi
gentlemen.
The older I get
the more I sit. A rain shower
rolled over
opp…”
May 26, 2012 04:06PM - “I've the annual report
here. Sky's the
limit--philosophically
and
financially!…”
May 24, 2012 08:21AM - “cool work. The image
enlightens the voila of your
words,
BD.
Hush my mouth
if mus…”
May 24, 2012 07:30AM
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Comments
The "drift" does mitigate.
this poem brings the moment