this burning moment
I resolve to inhabit
until the next one

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first thought, best thought
the masters have often said
oh! I have no thought

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friendly notebook--
when all the world's against me
you open your arms.

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en el espejo
espero ver la cara
de mi difunta

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Critics know nothin'--
when I need to love writing
I ask ol' Beat Jack.

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expressway in rain
fighting the clock to O'Hare
one last autumn flight.

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abandoned airport--
automatice walkway runs,
bearing only ghosts

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I don't find poems
in neon tubes, empty chairs--
wait, maybe I do.

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old man at counter
ordering ticketing crew
to change the weather

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"I'm not freaking out:
woman on cell phone tonight--
"I'm just saying this."

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aspens face winter--
before snow, bare white tree trunks--
why do I see God?

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three Mexican maids
bring me more hotel coffee
Spanish is our summer

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wish my handwriting
were handsomer than it is--
hell, I can't read this!

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Onitsura laughs--
Kerouac pours Basho's tea--
Buson paints a crow.

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walking up the muntain--
in Basho's sunlit river
trout stalk fishermen.

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the writers gather
before rows of microphones
lonely for silence

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the gift bags contain
chocolate and vino--
I take an apple

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wild turkey in yard
was never deeply impressed
the provost called me

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Dear Academics--
I confess I thought of elk
all through your meeting.

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slant ontogenies:
memes of gnomic poetics--
please someone kill me.

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must have gone insane--
told a workshop of strangers
I loved all of them

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Tender young writer
you face savage storms alone--
will you bend or break?

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Home now. Family's playing Wii. I'm drinking coffee. Trying to finish the semester. Will probably venture one final round of tour haiku.

Every time I am in the frozen sky, I am thinking of you.

XXX, L

# posted by Luis @ 2:41 PM