I haven’t gone this long — nearly 60 hours — without posting new
haiku since f/k/a was unveiled in May 2004. My only excuse is
that visiting three sets of friends in a week in D.C. has broken my
rhythm and (thankfully) torn me away from my weblogging excesses.
After a long day driving back from my former “adopted home town,”
to my current one, and from the Potomac River back to the Mohawk,
there’s no good reason to wait any longer:
old stomping grounds
the river still follows
its path
his headstone
rises with the moon
above the silence
heading home —
one hawk
floats over the Beltway
entering New York:
another autumn hill
distracts me
from daylight to dark —
a full moon
out my windshield
gone a week —
quick peek to see
the river’s still there
unloading the car —
the moon
followed me home
[Nov. 14, 2005]
I saw a few VanGogh’s at the National Art Gallery
last week. One of his self-portraits had me humming “it’s
not easy being green” the rest of the day. Unlike Paul
Miller, I like going off-peak, when there’s no big special
event and no long lines.
hands in pockets–
the wait to view
VanGogh’s sunflowers
unpacking the map
a mountain spring
crosses the trail
“hands in pockets” – Frogpond XXVIII:3 (2005)
potluck
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by the Court, before and after oral argument, and when a decision is
released — at the SCOTUS Blog. Nomination materials are also available.
