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11.14.10
Unexpectedly
rain falls on the poet as
he circles his poem.

11.15.10
Gray autumn descends—
only a pale green exists:
as a curled lizard.
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{—and a tanka form emerged today as well—}

Week of silences.
But now: mucky turtle crawls,
toad and crane startle;
at the base of a green pond—
one drowned rat floats, suspended.

11.16.10
The drowned rat’s carcass
lies wearing its mousey coat
beside the pond’s edge.

11.17.10
A hint of a stain
is all that is left behind,
from the rat’s grey corpse.

11.18.10
Walking by the pond
We startle ducks into flight
cross shards of moon.