Creek Haibun
The creek’s waters flow so quickly that I make little headway in my attempt to cross. A water moccasin slips by, and my left boot takes on water. This is not real, I say. We’ve had no rain and I would not be so foolish as to do this. Asleep? Perhaps, but I’ve passed the halfway point and have no choice but to move forward. I slip and nearly pitch headfirst into the dark current. Lightning stitches the sky.
dreaming, the snake
swims against floodwaters
oh, what have I lost?
O at the Edges 
beautiful
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Thank you! Some dreams are more vivid than others…
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You’ve gained which is loss
Glossing o’er all your mem’ry
Time’s come to just toss.
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Memory is a tricky beast…
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Watching yourself dream is an interesting experience. (K)
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I’ve watched myself in dreams on numerous occasions. It’s a strange experience.
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Oh, I don’t think you lost anything Robert, … you found dreams flooding in your moccasins….
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Some dreams are welcome. Others…
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Beautifully done
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Thank you, Derrick.
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