Haiku

tree stump’s jagged rings
moss-flecked feast for pale fungi
Nature recycling

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Meteor

A crumb from night’s fine table fell,
succored my wistful memory, my wan fancy.
Oh, just to steal once more into the feast
for but another mite!  Come, evening!  Come!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

If my soul were a well

If my soul were a well, you could drink deeply.
Thirst? But a memory.
If my flesh were food, you could savor and feast.
Hunger? Only a wraith.
And all your other needs?  Fulfilled.
But my spirit is but spirit;
my flesh, only flesh. Yet surely
enough.  Yes, love, surely enough!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2011