windrag : poetry : journal

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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