Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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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