A ruddy brick.
A polished stone.
A weathered rock.
Will I ever understand
that guileless simplicity,
the straight arrow shot,
clean laser beam heat,
the clear, stark zen-ness
that is their masculine?
Isn’t there something more?
I keep searching for it.
And there just isn’t.
They are
exquisite haikus.

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