legacy
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
spring: my faultless friends have spiders in the corners of their model home.
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
as days get longer, so does the time it takes to jump to conclusions.