windrag : poetry : journal

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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

green

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

drizzle

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