Renewal: A Haiku
March 28, 2021
hail flattens the grass
not all bruises blister blood
each blade asks why me
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hail flattens the grass
not all bruises blister blood
each blade asks why me
Flowers cuffed mid-bloom
haven’t time to be unfree.
The key glimmers gold.
In this white-capped wind
a kite can fly a lifetime
never touching earth