Eighth Stone

washing rice the shrieking return of swallows

Seventh Stone

quiet heat a fly zig-zags between yesterday's cups

Sixth Stone

bruised knee the weight of day spent in eternity

Fifth Stone

cooing dove this day too seems stuck in a groove

Fourth Stone

waking up early why do crows caw in threes?

Third Stone

humid heat the word ”Dear” hides in a pool of ink

Second Stone

incessant rain -
a forgotten girlfriend asks for
a recent photo

First Stone

first light this night's insomia ends in sleep and a phonecall

white and purple
and yet the scent of lilacs
is a ladder

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hvid og lilla
og alligevel er syrenernes duft
en stige

haiku

dandelions
May Day talks on tv
gives no new hope