haiku down by the river

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open sky verses
write swoops of soaring songbirds
obscured by cloud drift

spring ’round bleak corner
beyond approaching dark clouds
all sprouting and green

bound in time and space
tight yet loosed by liquid light
raindrop, river, sea

when is river not
itself – but is something else
escaping the land

still windless long night
at speed of banana slugs
I love a parade

river laps just so
whispering waves and then some
ocean promises

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