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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