windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

pause

on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions

translation

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

stuck

the breeze is not quite strong enough to tip the leaf into the swift creek.

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