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  1. The mangrove roots
    interlaced beneath—
    the interstate

    I love the playfulness of this one! I see the colors.. orange and that tin-ish color- matte and a bit old? The evocation of color has been a tantalizing goal; I find that Emily Dickinson’s poetry has this in spades.

    There’s a certain Slant of light,
    Winter Afternoons –
    That oppresses, like the Heft
    Of Cathedral Tunes –

    Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
    We can find no scar,
    But internal difference –
    Where the Meanings, are –

    None may teach it – Any –
    ‘Tis the seal Despair –
    An imperial affliction
    Sent us of the Air –

    When it comes, the Landscape listens –
    Shadows – hold their breath –
    When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
    On the look of Death –

    For me, at least, this is suffused with a light blue (and a black-grey). But more often her poems reverberate with a white (and grey)- was it a coincidence she inhabited a protestant environment? Anyway, great stuff :)

    further, it came to mind the play on time :P very clever

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    • Hey, I really that haiku. I value plainness and directness. “Interlace” suggests a delicateness that contrasts nicely with the almost “brutal” aim and direction of the interstate. I think you’ve written a very compelling haiku. :)

      And I agree with your observations concerning color.

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