windrag : poetry : journal

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


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


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


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