Nothing moves
in this heat
except desire
Friday haiku 90
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Nothing moves
in this heat
except desire
Tag Archives: summer
Friday haiku 88
All night rain
the mole carefully digs
around the trap
Friday haiku 87
This little sprinkle
will never douse
the fire of summer
Friday haiku 86
The spring wind sputters,
too tired to raise a ruckus,
bored already.
Friday haiku 64
Winter inhales.
Summer, always rebellious,
exhales.
exiles child 