Haikus 11.7.20

we search for berries
the overgrown garden, vast
staining our lips red

unlike yesterday
her kisses are soft and calm
fingers on my brow

she whispers brittle
withdrawing more than she needs
an evanescence

Published by John Everex

A writer, reader and cautious optimist. View all posts by John Everex

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