Navajo Haiku
How would I know so many
Roots were in the land
But for their flowers.
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Fairy fragile, mariposa
Deck the prairie plane
On single stems.
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Crows, fragments of night
Fly dawn the same way, the same way,
Sliding in space.
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Crows are natural gargoyles
Sitting on fence posts
Ready for a bite.
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Coyote, down along
The road, auburn throat on
Asphalt, sleep your species.
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Jungle birds in pine pillars
Herald dawn. Moon crescent
Pares by opaque clouds.
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Truth of the winter
Is acorns in summer,
Cones all over the trees.
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My cough kept bears
A simulation
In a scene of ponderosa.
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Chortle, frogs, alive
In the universe. May our lives
Reflect your own.
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Scalloped basins
Hold brown waters in
Where frog cells proliferate.
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Chamisa start showing orange,
Sunflowers mere stalks.
Clouds subdue the dawn.
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White moths meander
Between chamisa bushes,
Touching down in gold.
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Tarnish the luster
Of chamisa to yellow-gold
Through ice-tinged nights.
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Borrow the imminent
Gold of dawn. Store it
In blooming chamisa.
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Bugs may be excused
From loitering - so much
Chamisa luxury.
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The right to be golden
Afforded chamisa
Bronzes into seed.
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Moon rind and falling stars,
Sirius about to rise -
Why I look up.
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Play, in live mantis-vision.
Captive to movements,
He captivates me.
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I ate two would-be
Ducks yesterday, as eggs.
Delicious - hard to crack.
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Pinon jays is geese-high patterns
Arc a morning air
The sun casts red.
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Four crows swirl in dawn circles
Over me. Uncawing,
Their eyes see mine.
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Arcturus above
The lemon and the mauve
Of dawn - another day.
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Stars effaced,
Orange aura of dawn
Delivers a landscape to our eyes.
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Above the reach of dawn,
In violet, Arcturus shines,
Sage showing.
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Flocks of equidistant birds
Schooling in the air
Over pinon hills.
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Pinons for the asking
Beneath pinon trees,
And bear shit beside them.
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Have a handfull -
Pinons on the hoof. Chase
Them with juniper berries.
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The house of yellow lanterns;
Arcturus in the sky;
The children sleep.
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Crow legions flying down-ridge
Carry conversations
With each other.
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Shadow birds flit behind brush.
Clouds roll out gray dawn.
Prairie dogs slumber.
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— Stan Renfro