Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Six Petroglyphs, Six Haiku

your hand
even when you’re not here
it holds me

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pearls inside her
luster
turns to flesh

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this algal strand
same blueprint with a twist
this milky way

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climbing the rungs
of myself, oh silly woman
still reaching

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bliss
not the new green bud itself
but the noticing

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laughing at me
all those angels
I never believed in

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