Sunday, April 14
Haiku XLI - XLIII
every time I chop
onions, I remember my
fingers inside her
---
yes, love is a truce—
‘if I can make you happy,
we can be happy’
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in England’s wet fields
small white lambs shadow beside
their mother’s grey fleece
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