Haiga
the miles
separating us
mustard fields
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gravid moon
poetry
02/08/2021
Haiga / 2/8/21
ice floes
tonight the moon
is still
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12/12/2020
Desert Storm
1.
Swirls of golden smoke rose slowly from my blazing coffee pot. The dusty car at a distance slithered and crawled up the winding road. Sitting in the shack I watched the sand snaking its way up, keeping pace with the car and pelting it with sand particles as if it held a grudge against the driver. I had planned to go dune bashing but for the ominous tone of the desert.
2.
The next day morning remnants of what the desert spat out, the sand particles consume me. I am cloaked with gloves of voluminous dust. I take another sip of coffee. The pungent aroma of the milieu and coffee leaves me breathless. The greens are choked and there is sand art on pavements outside.
3.
I try to remove the sand on my hair as I wipe the aurulent sheen on the window pane. A bunch of men wipe the dust from the tables and chairs in the opposite shack. An old dusty car crawls to a halt and parks, blaring the music of Led Zepplin.
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10/19/2020
10/19/2020
jasmine fragrance the creaking wooden gate
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08/29/2020
08/28/2020
low tide
first breath of sunset
on the gull’s wings
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07/16/2020
07/13/2020
Ibis
the flight
that never took off
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06/14/2020
haiga/07/15/19
rainbow flakes
every house in the village
painted new
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06/29/2019
Haiga/06/29/2019
wobbly legs
the scarecrow in the yard
stands stronger
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03/23/2019
Haiga/03/21/19
November frost
a train chugs
into winter
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