My Houseplants Hate Me
No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.
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“Summer”
Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted no movement until autumn
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Haiku 16: Coffee
Sing me dark songs with A voice of ash and heaven. Wake me from slumber
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Tanka 2
Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.
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