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07.31.10
Almost prepared to leave the page blank. I’m in that sort of mood. A little bitter, frustrated. Pointless. My sense of fulfillment fled quickly this year. All it takes is one rejection in the mail—and the evening settles into bitterness.
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Cast off satellites
diving, circling at random;
moths orbit street lights.

08.01.10
Not fond of the haiku tonight; the event spiraled out of this afternoon, so I concentrate on preserving the actuality of the event, rather than use strong creative phrasing. But see—I over criticize all my words anymore. Question all statements on the page.
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Above the doorway,
outside between two bricks, bees
submerge with green leaves.

08.02.10
To counter silence,
in the night I imagine
steady streams of rain.

08.03.10
A flock of sparrows
scare off a helicopter,
arching cross summer.

08.04.10
After ten o’clock.
The neighborhood settles down
outside out window.