haikuken

...poetry reduced to the counting of syllables

January 28, 2005

seven below zero

standing still, breathing:
icy air stabs at the lungs,
freezing nostril hairs.

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July 26, 2004

must be toll house

wafting through the house,
warm kitchen filled with the smell
of fresh-baked cookies.

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July 19, 2004

morning on the hill

valley mists lifting,
the sun warming a good day
to burn a chicken

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July 07, 2004

casper butte

on the mountaintop,
a warm breeze intermingling
scents of pine and sage.

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June 11, 2004

summer haze

smell of hot asphalt,
street and skyline shimmer in
the translucent heat.

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April 14, 2004

wet smells

ashes, wool, sawdust,
newspaper, freshly mown grass,
leather, leaves, and dog.

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March 31, 2004

grills ignited

backyard odors waft,
neighborhod grills are burning
last year's grease drippings.

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