November 6th 2016

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spilling
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Today is the last day of my haiku cycle. If the year had been something I’d planned, I might have started on the 1rst of January.  But early November is as good a time as any—the most overcast month of Vermont’s year. What remains of October’s colors lay like wet paper on the soil’s black table.
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fleet-
····ing as autumn—a woman passes me
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only
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····look back
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mirroring
····the moon of the rain-soaked road—November’s
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Something like a very small renga to finish the year. And now to wonder at what the next year will bring?
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366 November 6th 2016 | bottlecap
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