The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
05 October 2009
Haiku 278
Dripping through the leaves:
Winds shake out an after-rain
When the rain has passed
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Like clockwork I walk
To work, yet this morning sky
Is lit by the moon
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