Don Haney Poems

flower bed
an army of ants
one by one by one hundred
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the frog and I
exchange glances
both motionless
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dawn approaches
dew on grass blades
the night cries
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beauty in the night
hidden in the day-
moonflower
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Central Park
the skeletal remains
barren trees
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the pine forest
overgrown
skeletal remains
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Koi swim
Water cools
End of summer
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On my throne I reflect on the day
My mind relaxed as stress drifts away
In my hand I hold my pen
Think what to write, and then I begin
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you’ll long for the time
as patiently as the moon
for heaven to touch
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