Summertime...

...and the livin' is easy...
I apologize for the lateness of this entry; things got a little out of hand. (Power outages were involved...) The sumer arts camp has finally got the creative miasma percolating, and haiku are condensing like mad!
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ac exhaust:
hot air
on a hot day
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old sousaphone
rusts
on the wall
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wheel-throwing.
one with the clay;
one with myself
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book of haiku...
distracted
by the font
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I notice
an unexpected
watermark
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moving furniture...
suddenly:
thunder
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thrift store scarves.
untangling
the endless knot
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Radio Voices

Driving. Endless fields of withering corn. The voice on the car radio the same as it always has been, droning on, as it always has. Now audible, now just a murmur, covered up by the noise of the bumpy dirt road.

There is no destination. The journey itself is its own end. The sun is alone in the endless sky, shining down on endless fields of endless crops. The only moving air is that which comes through the windows bearing dust.

meditating:
an eternal moment
of thoughtlessness