what thread dropped after
the cicada passed
or what mist started
to build in the part
of the story where
your eyes blur and your
feet grow clammy on
the earth of fresh graves
Tag Archives: mist
today’s taxable event landing in a fine mist between foxes
uneven rocks in mist stay quiet about destiny
myth in deep mountains the soft horns of mist
the mist, falling out of your ear, sharpness of distant rocks
misty morning I redraw the world with one black pen
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