trailside chicory
waves on a windless day:
a long-gone cyclist?
Moving Flower Mystery [Haiku]
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the rice fields
are at their most verdant;
scent of rain.


i follow the light
out of the woods and into
a yellow glade.

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

naked branches
of the frangipani
bud with blossoms.

a tree’s last blossom
seems to wait til no one
is looking to drop.
what a thing it must be
to see a holdout yield.