windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

laugh lines

it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within

transparency

is it the spring breeze that makes me shiver, or the moon, reading my thoughts?

so last century

unsolved paradox: teaching kids about peace while giving them nerf guns

respect

ryōkan taigu did what i do: read old words made fresh turds

water cycle

each raindrop requires one mote of dust. do your part. exhale completely