Maureen Evans

For 12 years I measured out my life in senryu: haiku of human foibles.

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Bloom yeast for bread, crush cabbage with summer's kraut — in snow scent the way home.

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Each hour after dawn draws on birdsong never heard before you listened.

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In my forest bed ear prickled by a spider I must await gone.

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"Therefore they who know that enough is enough will always have enough." -Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching

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Let's close this distance, take the space to cast our stones and hands out, embrace.

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As a child only the moon stroked my hair the full distance between us.

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Feeling not fallen but fighting, not in place but upstream, flowing. Love.

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Out of the smoke my hair down waves of peat dark bar where softness began.

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Miracle of flights' uplifting foreborn fallen dreams fleet in my life.

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Empty boxes, flour sacks, vials of ink to fill my outbound heart with home.

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take time you haven't got, torn scraps for magic; how else get there, let go

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Done, I looked around, found I'd resurfaced into the unexpected.

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"Pie and coffee, please" — and the waitress' sweet toothed smile. "Strawberry shake."

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I balk to pluck the best berries birds dash to bits singing, ca–nae–keeeeep!

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Wind in trees, big band songs, my own shut eyed sway — slow dancing for this day.

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Betide, my heart — the best laid plans lub dub, love — as every wave draws back.

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Strength doesn't over react in flex; butterflies shoulder the world's winds.

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Ne'er before, bitter nor sweet: craved before bloom, dreamed before I knew rest.

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Busy missing the forest for the future (the future of trees, natch).

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One thing love is to look from every perspective falling in anew.