Haiku


Indian summer
clouds chase clouds
through the puddles

cicadas
the imprint of things
already gone

skinny dipping
on an abandoned beach…
the moon’s gaze

frozen in its tracks
a hunted deer blends
with the frost

hungry
…a magician
in her kitchen


the call
of a cuckoo
my body grows old

one point on the horizon she never reaches moon calendar

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