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  1. Crane, in the black bog, so deep in trees? No, a dry stick, frog in its beak. 5:39 PM Nov 9th from web
  2. mirror-smooth, silver. A dark smudged ruffle. Then the big lake staring blue. 10:13 AM Nov 7th from web
  3. thin branches shake in the cold black between lamplit windows. Fried onion sizzles. 6:56 PM Nov 3rd from web
  4. Time's thick muscle scrubs away anything like words til the grain shows through 9:20 PM Sep 15th from web
  5. A blue Croc floats far out on the lake, a mile, two miles, on and on its lonely walk. 7:41 PM Jul 30th from web
  6. The rain in the night, a million drops of entropy, erased all my dreams. 9:30 AM Jul 21st from web
  7. I watch maple seeds cut spirals through this thick air, stab into green lawn. 9:44 AM Jul 18th from web
  8. asleep in a hammock. A fresh wind rocks you, look -- moon's finally risen. 11:51 AM Jul 17th from web
  9. a trout bumps his roof of teastained water; scatter of cloud hides him. #twaiku 10:12 PM Jun 30th from web
  10. A fog so cold it licks the red out of your blood. Bluegreen moving world. #twaiku 8:13 PM Jun 28th from web
  11. coltsfoot, oxeye, fern, timothy, redtop, wild oats. Rye. Forget me not. #twaiku 8:12 PM Jun 28th from web
  12. leaves, grass, thick, wet, green is leaking into the light itself, we breathe green #twaiku 8:19 AM Jun 16th from web
  13. docked tail and asshole, black dog's exclamation point bobs down the trail ahead. #twaiku 6:27 PM Jun 14th from web
  14. No one knows the weight of water until the curled wave tears things apart. #twaiku 10:48 AM Jun 13th from web
  15. holding, here--cold breath seeps out of the deep water, drifts under the light #twaiku 6:58 AM Jun 12th from web
  16. red deer tugs the birdcherry, throat arched back. Petals spot her back--a fawn again. #twaiku 7:27 AM Jun 9th from web
  17. Journalists sentenced to hard labor; the world hasn't changed much lately. #twaiku 10:53 PM Jun 7th from web
  18. A bowl of marbles, each color sweeter than any, all warmed by the grey air #twaiku 10:56 AM Jun 6th from web
  19. Shipoke creakily takes off, a scribble in the light; floats over the drifter #twaiku 10:09 PM Jun 5th from web
  20. Far out on the dark bluegreen, at evening land breeze, dirt and lilac #twaiku 6:24 AM Jun 4th from web