windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: haiku

translation

some haiku purists think spring is in the eyes, while some prefer the tongue

suspense

as days get longer, so does the time it takes to jump to conclusions.

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