Listen to spaces
in the rhythm of a storm.
Heaven is chanting.
I bend and touch leaves
mortar and pestle rain ground
felt under my hand.
I’m planting haikus,
giving them kisses in rain,
willing them to root and grow.
Heaven is chanting.
I bend and touch leaves
mortar and pestle rain ground
felt under my hand.
I’m planting haikus,
giving them kisses in rain,
willing them to root and grow.
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