Wednesday, August 02, 2023

Time Haiku, Number 58, August 2023

purple heather patches of light here then gone


ghost town
a sand dune
makes itself at home


the things
our headlights miss . . .
late-night radio


snow moon
the last train
to nowhere


tonight
I imagine myself
a tree,
canopy full
of roosting stars

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