Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

In a Day’s Work: Eight Haiku

fresh cut grass—
I imagine some will stick
in our hair

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open hand—
how much of your weight
I don’t hold there

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sweet basil—
your buttonhole
could use some green

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a bigger ass—
all the more likely
to land in your lap

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sitting naked
on a rock I wonder
why you’re not

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rising sourdough—
the shape of your hands still blooms
in wild yeast

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dried cherries—
so much sweeter
the summer in fall

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light
an open door
lead shoes

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