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Sequence in Mist

charcoal etched in fog above the tower lights an empty path  a river bog I walk the winter night  

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on Sequence in MistFebruary 17, 2012April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

quiet morning

a chilly day a peaceful world— a lone jogger along the river

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on quiet morningDecember 10, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

Melting 2

Engulfing sky and rusty river Meld together— While the city floats between

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Melting

The muddy sky And muddy water Meld together– Becoming an envelope Holding Manhattan  

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on MeltingDecember 10, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

Remembering a movie I once saw

Morning fog and Manhattan disappears into a silver screen— remembering a movie I once saw     Note: this feeling reminds me of a Basho haiku.

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on Remembering a movie I once sawDecember 5, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

Manhattan night

Drifting clouds cut by the Empire’s tower sketching the night— the dark blue night Manhattan’s sky a floating screen revealing a peeking face— and a bulging moon

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on Manhattan nightDecember 5, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

A Painting in Cold

Manhattan’s amber lights Drizzle on the painted river: This half-moon autumn night

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on A Painting in ColdDecember 2, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

No bus, no taxi ~ Walking home wet ~ In the cold, autumn rain

I thought of this one after missing the last peak hour bus and being unable to find another bus or taxi because of the rain and holiday preparations closing the roads on the usual routes. No bus, no taxi— Walking home wet In the cold, …

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on No bus, no taxi ~ Walking home wet ~ In the cold, autumn rainNovember 23, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

Foliage

Parchment red and orange, Silently, the woods question: Sound… a squirrel jumps.   Today I went to the Chuang Yen Buddhist monastery in Carmel, New York. The drive was beautiful, with puffs of foliage red, orange, yellow, and green. The air smelled of of dirt …

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Scribbles - original writingLeave a Comment on FoliageOctober 24, 2011April 20, 2020 By Frank Watson

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