from a gliding boat,
a little blue flower spied
as all else blurs.
Little Blue [Haiku]
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Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.

creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.