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Category: haiga

Jupiter and Mars

almost touching 
the whippoorwill

millipede

fear spiralling 
in my hand

dead trees

In black cherry time

This is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat.

ferns, trees, wildflowers

rain crow

when did the back of my hand 
turn strange?

wildflowers

green again

this dream of endless mountains

dead trees, monoku

lady’s-slipper

alone in the forest 
her green shawl

wildflowers

cowbird song

a drop of rain for each 
newborn leaf

budburst, trees

such greedy

red appendages 
born-again maple

trees

waning moon

the angels didn’t fall 
they were pushed

spring kitchen

one garlic head’s 
green tongue

snow in April

a face pressed against 
the train window

snow, trees

big wind

lost in the small hairs 
of hepaticas

hepaticas, wildflowers

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