The air had an edge
Like a wind blowing over
The last of us all
Friday haiku 103
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Friday haiku 102
Sitting at the changing tide
Beside the ancient harbor
Waves already lapping our feet
Friday haiku 101
To the mantis
I am a soft, pulsating
Mountain
Friday haiku 100
A century of days
Each of them an equal part
Of forever
Friday haiku 99
September moon
Sailing above cicadas
Dying for love
exiles child 