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haiku

skylark on a rose branch— petals descend in whispers

dressed

dressed this is the day the blind view the moon the night we bite on silk peach petals and walk hand in hand into the fire with the aroma of coffee zigzagging   around our noses like fine art this is the day of the catamaran sailing on open sea while we laugh at the wind fearless of consequence the first day we cover our bodies with clothes

haiku

rivers flood… taking refuge in my bed

haiku

ríos se desbordan pero siguen las rutinas hilo de luna

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hollowed gourd…  the scent of roses  lingers 

Tanka

the paper blades go back a forth between sisters... each adds a line in their secret language on Snow Flower's fan

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Snow Flower’s fan the secret language of love between old-sames