windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: haiku


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


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


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


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