WRITING A POEM Earlier draft appeared in ByLine, 224, July/August 1999. I am not a hunter I am a finder keeper looking for a poem I see one but it goes by I find another in the clear air then you whisper a line in my ear I put all of this betwixt the leaves of my album the rest is simply hard work when I look back sometimes I find a diamond mostly only ashes   TWO HAIKU FOR MILES DAVIS The first of these two appeared in Potpourri, Vol. 12:2, 2000  Falling asleep the sound of muted trumpet weaves in my dreams Blue in green sky and sea hazy stars on satin sheets let's rest together     The calligraphy, by the Zen Master Sengai, reads: "The spring color all over the fields"

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