A rush of daylight
disperses in lemon sheets.
We can’t set the tune.
Skinny frame tied to a post
waits for dawn’s biscuit.
an uncalculated mass,
our spare parts moving.
into hours or minutes.
A wash of being.
Monday, 5 July 2021
A Poem a Day (449): A rush of daylight & 3 other haiku
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