Early September always feels like the beginning of something. The excitement of cool air and the scratchy feel of a new sweater. The flowers may be dying but not before they set seeds floating toward another summer. It puts a girl in the mood to stretch, maybe try some yoga or Tai Chi. Or is this the moment to dig another garden or maybe just stare out the window at the rabbit who has just appeared in my view?
getting high
on the new book smell—
fourth grade
Failed Haiku : A Journal of English Senryu
October 2018
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