eight nine

some ideas weigh more,
drift down like autumn, forming
sediment below.

thoughts of you became
brain carpet compost, then soil
in my gut, now earth.

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2 thoughts on “eight nine

  1. Thanks, Neil. These haiku tend to distill the heck out of a memory or impression… not sure yet how to handle that dynamic.

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