November 28th 2015 |November

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more
····light in clouds than in the sun—
········November

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·I was reading Buson and Basho for inspiration today. I felt as if a haiku might not come; now almost midnight. I was remembering today—a real November day—the chilly sun and the black trees. There were only glimpses of blue sky above the layers of cloud and when the sun, once or twice, did filter through, it was as cold as none at all.

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less
····light in the sun than in the clouds—
········November

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I had gone to bed and was thinking on the art of haiku, the subtle difference between a mediocre haiku and a good one, and it occurred to me to change the emphasis from “more light” to “less light”. The revision also ends the pivot on clouds rather than the sun. I think this second version is much better.  I’m also thinking I might try to write an online journal—Tiny Poems: A Minimalist’s Guide to Poetry.

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November 27th 2015 | by the road

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crows
····by the road—waiting for squirrels to make
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I love crows. There’s an intelligence about them that, as far as native Americans storytellers were concerned, made them equal to the coyote. Crows can remember the speed limits of the different roads they frequent. When they see a car coming, they’ll time their leap into the branches accordingly. One very seldom sees a dead crow along the road,  but many, many squirrels. I saw a couple today, and the crows were celebrating an absolutely delightful Thanksgiving.

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