six haiku written while sitting at one spot in the woods
invasive slug
the wood pewee bending
his one note
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cool morning
the sun catches a spider
patching holes
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a wasp on foot
the nervous trembling
of her wings
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ancient seabed
a sudden roar
from the quarry
*
higher pitched
than my memory
first cicada
*
which tree
will be today's gnomon
great grey slug
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And here's the nearly six-minute encounter that fueled all that, for those who have the patience (or a really good prescription):
https://vimeo.com/718457579
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I just found these coral fungi less than 50 feet from my front porch. Why don't I ever go back here? I muttered as I crouched down to take a shot.
Then I stood up and saw all the poison ivy. That'd be the reason.
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