Haiku

mmmllour round mirror’s dirty
where some flowers died
mmmll against my reflection



mmmll lukewarm tea in a used glass
smelling faintly of wine
mmmll me and the moon



mmmll the spider’s content
enough rain to hatch gnats
mmmll sunny days to let them fly



mmmll billygoat watches me work
scratching his wool with a horn
mmmll he stinks, too



mmmllyour hand in clear water
another hand like yours
mmmll a half-inch downstream



mmmll random brush wipes
on the paper towel
mmmll look like a lovely painting



mmmll not distracted by words--
Buddha as cliff--
mmmll a flesh landslide into robes

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