A hollow hemlock:
peering out is more fun
than peering in.
*
I start looking
for a kite string –
the motionless vulture.
*
Thursday’s hurricane
sings softly
in my screen door.
*
The house he grew up in
long vanished,
he brings a lawn chair.
This entry was posted Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 at 11:37 am and is filed under Photos, Poems & poem-like things. 
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That vulture is great, man.
And the photo’s superb.
Thanks.
I especially like the third for its calm local view at something extraordinary. Northeasterners often forget how sheltered and safe we are. Wish the same could be said for the man-made phenomena.
Yes, i imagine we’d have a much more respectful attitude toward nature if the climate weren’t so temperate.
Wild dreams last night. A scuffle below me, in tree-tops along a wall of a cliff. A huge, fat raccoon tumbles from the leaves. It drops toward a distant plain, where houses are tiny. It goes spread-eagle and I plainly see that it has skin flaps like a flying squirrel. I begin to think it will survive the fall. As it grows smaller I notice there’s a thread trailing from it which arcs up to where I sit near the cliff’s edge. Something comes alive in my hand. It’s a spool of line hissing, tugging.
I dreamt of visiting a city in Africa where art galleries were disguised as bars.
My favorite is the last one…
Oh yeah? I was thinking of this old guy who sometimes sits with his wife down at our railroad crossing. Grew up in a shack a few feet from the tracks and says he finds the thunder of passing trains to be the most restful thing in the world.
Having lived near railroad tracks at various points in my life, I can certainly understand that feeling.
What that particular haiku said to me was the man didn’t need the physical trappings to relish his memories. Proximity was more than enough.
Sigh. I wish I could write haiku.
Me too! Someday…