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Mt. Barnabee Haiku

Also the mountains

wear masks of mist, nod at one

another, and pass. 

 

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The poppies : brimming
cupfuls of sun, like children
running from sparklers.

 

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Koan : consider
how a dog wears no clothes but
pants and pants and pants.

 

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On Mt. Barnabee :
bumblebees in the blossoms,
barns in the valleys.

 

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All of these days we've
spent in quarantine have gone
to form one pearl.

 

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As for the mountain
itself, it keeps on climbing
via its flowers.

 

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Inspired by the
butterflies, the butter flies
into the cat's mouth.

 

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On Mt. Barnabee,
amongst the grasses I am
just another head.

 

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If I would have known
it would be this beautiful,
I'd have brought more beer.

 

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Along with a few
million gallons of water
the reservoir holds
the idea of a lake.

 

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If the clouds are wool
there must be some awfully
big sheep in heaven.

 

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