Written on your skin

Map of highways, I hitch-hike

Never catch a ride



Amber light ebbing

Banked coals of your inner fire

Smolder with no flame



Howling to the moon

Open mouth full of starlight

Night in my gullet



Infantile wonder

New moon skies, I’m suckling

Mother’s Milky Way



Why winter wallow?

White whispers whittle wits?

Willow wind whipping…



Hummingbird pen-song

Fleeting haiku among blooms

More verdant than I






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