Monday, December 23, 2024

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How can we live with ourselves? (via @joriegraham.bsky.social)

Ucalegon · this side that side
smell of wood smoke · on the night air
steam rising · from the kettle
keys found · in the white sand

The Wise Men.

"somewhere between
an empty snail shell
the bird makes a nest"

--@poemexe.com

Tanka.

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