Of revelations I can only guess
but I’m the only one alive who can.
My mother, looking from behind the screen
door of our kitchen, slammed it shut and ran
to shelter in her living room and wait
until Samara found her routine state
WET MORNING
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A cooling summer hokku from a reader in Japan: In morning rain,They have
nothing to say —The crows. David
1 day ago

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