iris arch

rain-dripped passion bleeds

out the noise roar of creation

yawing through wise energy

growing into an impossible balance

beneath a blind calm

into an awareness of one

veiled behind layers of height and weight

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autumn atoms

flamèd forest

a hint of snow

beneath my tongue

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hands

on your warm throat

falling snow

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twin suns

the sheer weight

of shade

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luna moth caught

between pane and a starless sky

my white desk

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rust-red sunset

last Fall’s

axe blade

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below my line

of sight

dew-stippled dawn

mangetsu

cold silver

yesterday’s rice spoon

in the gutter