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moonlight
on my bed
winter dreams
gall
When I was a Buddha, my radiant body rang like a bell.
a gall wasp’s
empty oak apple
gone to seed
wind-sculpted snow
my caravan
of one
I dreamed the angel of death was a bland functionary
who kept giving me forms to fill out.
A small box of leftover parts
from all the broken things I tried to fix.
Walking in the snow,
one feels at times barely tethered to the earth.
A face in profile
is like a folded wing. A sleeping face is a dry riverbed with the faint sound of water somewhere below.
Lay me in a fist-sized hole
feathered with rime.
Woodrat photohaiku 