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by Chris Smith

31 March 2005 - 20 June 2005

3-31-05 a breeze through my window

suggests fragrant meadows,

butterflies dancing

4-1-05 a child on the floor

in the bookstore couldn't wait

to get his book home

4-2-05 April snow

after spring has sprung

we must move

4-3-05 large sticky snowflakes

I'm completely white before

I get to my car

4-4-05 snow is still melting

already a fly buzzes

against my window

4-5-05 the sidewalks are flooded

yet so many people

are outside walking

4-6-05 along the runway

three geese in formation fall

hopelessly behind

4-7-05 the sad news

tumbles onto my feet

when I get home

4-8-05 ants in the kitchen!

has the snow melted for good?

is it time to spray?

4-9-05 the bright light of spring

through the naked trees at last

feels warm on my face

4-10-05 the crunch of cinders

as I jog this trail echoes

my high school track

4-11-05 my eyeballs they ache

as I pass a rare window

in this dingy cave

4-12-05 the wind caresses

a flattened road kill rabbit

lifts a floppy ear

4-13-05 through bare budding trees

April sunshine, the brightest

whitest light all year

4-14-05 in my napkin

its exoskeleton makes

a satisfying pop

4-15-05 the flush of wine in

my love's face, the source of warmth

inside this tavern

4-16-05 the glare of summer

at the end of the corridor

I am a moth

4-17-05 at first glance

a spider is nesting

in the old man's eyebrow

4-18-05 I lift my window

fresh summer air was pushing

to get inside

4-19-05 to the moon

as it speeds through space

I am still

4-20-05 along the highway

a candy wrapper snared by

blooming daffodils

4-21-05 the dark wet branches

now support a thin green veil

in the morning mist

4-22-05 under each bridge

rain against the windshield pauses

resumes its patter

4-23-05 these snow flurries

surround us even when we pass

under the bridges

4-24-05 the valley ahead

a glow smudges the night sky

our destination

4-25-05 under the gray sky

blades of grass reach up and beg

water me again

4-26-05 the first bug this spring

cartwheels off my windshield, leaves

behind its juices

4-27-05 with the curtains drawn

my love sleeps late; her fever

warms the dark bedroom

4-28-05 along the building

debris from the dumpster swirls

in a springtime gust

4-29-05 chirping birds wake us

in the darkness before dawn

do they fornicate?

4-30-05 after April's rain

waves of long green grass taunt me

get out the mower

5-1-05 daffodils shake

in the rough wind while tulips wait

patiently to bloom

5-2-05 as she pulls the strings

her hood draws tight, revealing

the shape of her head

5-3-05 from on this rooftop

under the clouds a blue sky

at the horizon

5-4-05 I wake gradually

as grey light seeps inside

before my alarm

5-5-05 most ants I crush

this one I washed down the drain

let the water run

5-6-05 he steps from the crowd

to study such awful art

he must be farting

5-7-05 in a trampled meadow

white flowers rise from the grass

delicately

5-8-05 the distant highway

disappears, silent behind

trees across the lake

5-9-05 through the woods ahead

near home I see our flowering

ornamental tree

5-10-05 out in the front lawn

beyond our scaled-back garden

a lone tulip blooms

5-11-05 the buzz against my screen

is drown by the drone of

a mower starting

5-12-05 I spray chemicals

the weeds glisten one last time

as if it is rain

5-13-05 at the meadow's edge

a bumblebee clings to a branch

as if winded

5-14-05 tender leaves of spring

wet from this morning's drizzle

they almost fluoresce

5-15-05 along the parkway

one gnarled tree has no leaves yet

not even buds

5-16-05 silhouettes of trees

against the night's purple sky

bats fly in between

5-17-05 where they cleared trees

a sign names the subdivision

THE SANCTUARY

5-18-05 through a crack in the clouds

evening sunbeams fan out

on birds skylarking

5-19-05 in the plant rafters

above the hum of machines

a bird is chirping

5-20-05 leaving the store

a girl points to the evening sky

a moon, mom, a moon

5-21-05 perfect sun shines on

our chemically enhanced

garden of eden

5-22-05 in every grain of

the hardwood floor, the leg of

that spider hiding

5-23-05 between the branches

of these shivering trees I see

heavy gray clouds

5-24-05 two mayflies attached

strike the windshield, but our love

will last forever

5-25-05 across the backyards

every neighbor tends his grill

before the sun sets

5-26-05 around the lilacs

a cloud of electrons buzz

gathering nectar

5-27-05 under warm moonlight

down in the courtyard gardens

ratcheting sprinklers

5-28-05 the farmer's bare earth

unplanted this year, next year

house will be built

5-29-05 in the dark of night

a pale rectangle out back

our tomato plot

5-30-05 a strong gust of wind

falling helicopters fill

the air around us

5-31-05 up in the treetops

beyond the rooftops a bird

lifts into the sky

6-1-05 in my dark bedroom

a distant motorcycle

rips into the night

6-2-05 that ant was so large

I rolled my ankle and fell

trying to squash it

6-3-05 excavators perched

along the thruway hillside

bite into the earth

6-4-05 emptied shot glasses

vibrate while prawujek sings

and plays his squeezebox

6-5-05 cottonwood cotton

swirls in traffic then settles

like slow falling snow

6-6-05 the tops of the clouds

in the purple evening sky

last to catch the sun

6-7-05 standing at her door

collapsing my umbrella

cold rain stings my neck

6-8-05 dry helicopters

rustle in the empty street

my love, where are you?

6-9-05 driving to my love

recently it seem I hit

only the green lights

6-10-05 by light of lighting

my love's silhouette flashes

she shuts the window

6-11-05 in the gentle mist

as I water my garden

a perfect rainbow

6-12-05 a story higher

than the street's heat, a light breeze

cools our balcony

6-13-05 the first drops sizzle

on the afternoon asphalt

and then the deluge

6-14-05 wind chimes jungle

outside our window as we lay

in bed cooling off

6-15-05 I scan the deep blue

empty sky looking for clouds

looking for haiku

6-16-05 through a gap in the clouds

on the western horizon

at last, sunshine

6-17-05 now the rain has stopped

and drips slowly from the trees

let's go for a walk

6-18-05 the thick cotton clouds

floating low across the sky

darkest overhead

6-19-05 the golf ball was gone

deep into the woods while leaves

drift slow to the ground

6-20-05 thin amber contrails

map the paths of airplanes

chasing after the sun