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SNAPPING FIELD PEAS
Lenard D. Moore
Francine Porad


snapping field peas
the man's cracked hands
dampened with dew

gusty winds and rain
dream demons

autumn dusk
a sardine can slides
down the empty highway

a puzzle
by De Chirico

in a recycle bin
on the back porch
the chill moon

earthquake!
the 'endless' seconds

aftershocks
in the littered kitchen

three plates whole

she hugs me tighter than ever,
stilled in prolonged silence

his heartbeats
synchronous with mine
the mynah bird scolds

in rain starting to fall
slowly, the old man's cane

parade of nations
Lillehammer crowds
in a circle

cold day: the reporters wait
hour by hour

The Lord's Prayer
on the head of a pin
magnified

rise of the moon
the grandfather clock chimes

each haiku
repeated with expression
the critique session

as he drops the pencil
his black-scarred hand cramps

without a blemish
camellia petals
near the vase

she sips white wine
and listens to the jazz band

after the waitress leaves
the door swings back
spring night

Gallery Opening
tiger and crows share a wall

hundred-year-old pot
with a zigzagged crack
showered by light

May Day flowers
and green, green lawn

suddenly coughing
the man between plowhandles
a whirlwind of dust

air-vacuumed computer
ready for the upgrade

inputting data
that gray-haired woman--
the scent of jasmine

sunshine finds
the origami frog

June morning--
graphic artist designs
a series of posters

water motif
ocean-inspired

full summer moon:
the loggerhead's shadow
crawls the shore

advertised as turtle cream
oil of shark in a jar

O. J. Simpson's
defense team
answers and questions

sweaty newsmen push and shove
in front of the courthouse

on concrete steps
the remains of a lunch
ants

an unleashed pit bull
tears at a paper bag

serrated leaves
conceal green tomatoes--
hey! a red one

orange breast of a robin
inhales, exhales at the feeder

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