Rusted trailers graze
in the overgrown plains like
ancient cattle herds.
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– orha writes
Rusted trailers graze
in the overgrown plains like
ancient cattle herds.
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– orha writes
Peach on the counter
desperate for attention
chooses early rot.
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– orha writes
My mischievous dog
frantically digging socks
while I refold shirts.
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– orha writes
Kisses on my arm
raised in the stillness of night.
Damn that mosquito.
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– orha writes
Gif of a flower
in time-lapsed oblivion
pleads I scroll away.
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– orha writes
Nature found her muse.
Paint and rain, let it dry-why!
Water-colored dirt.
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– orha writes
Walking on dew-grass—
This brief moment in a knoll
is a miracle.
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– orha writes
The patter of light
cold on my sill like the moon
at last learned to cry.
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– orha writes
The icebox fairy
has left me another note.
Buy me more plums, please.
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– orha writes
Five o’clock shadows
glazed with runoff from the dew
of this evening’s beers.
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– orha writes