windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: haiku

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almost full, the moon leaps out from between houses drying in the sun

cool

gathering laundry barefoot: high arches, lucky slug slays the giant.

works

meeting his deadline, bach conducts from the organ. the rest is old news.

love

regardless of the season, the wind and the pine groom one another.

as it flies

spring night, searching for the full moon… a meteor! then two! sweet failure!