Friday July 15, 2011

Whither the thrush whose ethereal notes woke me at dawn? A male towhee flies up to a sunlit branch and takes a shit, singing.

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  1. WARNINGS: YOKED HAIKUS

    Two birds singing songs
    Say similar things meaning
    different warnings.

    Ethereal notes wake
    the doleful soul to sunrise,
    quick ones will surprise.

    Whither hides the thrush
    calling this day a good day?
    One trills. Defecates.

    Rhythms of a day:
    Like looking at either side
    of a one-way mirror.

    —Albert B. Casuga
    07-15-11


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