windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::

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