Unencumbered

I love the way some flowers close for the night, by twisting like wringing out a rag.

midnight twists flowers
delicate smoke catches leaf
incense burns gently



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Noon

horseradish rejoices
cloudlessly rich mallow sings
oozing, scampering



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night death

the short death is near
sun sets - claws lock - torpor starts
night is a winter


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