Tea Lights and Flowers
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Because There Is Basho And No Clothespins
Sparrows on a fence
clamp shadows
that portray the hour:
onion grass
leaning toward the road,
tendrilled hair
skimming a woman's neck.
Spring probes the air
and skin with fragrance.
The colder grip
of last night subsides.
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