Haikus 23.2.20

Painting

over a black painting
the framed darkness mirroring
a secret longing

Hands

wrinkles on my hands
the skin now unpuckering
a wartime dancehall

Hide

when I try to hide
my intention and motive
she knows, and whispers

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