windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: haiku

rainy season

having caulked the cracks where the ants come in, i hope they’re ok out there

green

just left portland or more than a week of spring rain makes the heart grow fond

drizzle

this spring, the trees I don’t know the names of have the most beautiful shapes

gold

younger cousin to older cousin at dinner “you’re part grownup, right?”

to portland

caring, as we do, we need to grumble a bit before our long trip.