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2 poems in morning sun
Kama Rose


Spring 2024
Rolling

Moon-faced dawn looks over
the tundra rolling with a snarl.
A chest knitted tightly but for
a lost stitch, bone fraying before
the weathervane’s pirouette,
flagrant in sun’s jaw.

Haiku:

The always and I
Staring eye to eye until
The now looks away.














11:50:37
Monday Nov 5 2018