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the foot’s silver prayer

Ars Poetica

May the poems be
the little snail’s trail.

Everywhere I go,
every inch: quiet record

of the foot’s silver prayer.
              I lived once.
              Thank you.
              It was here.


– Aracelis Girmay (2011)

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Run Haiku

2020/07/30

Centuries of
Stories lying beneath
The pavement

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Run Haiku

2020/07/29

Sun in the trees
Lazy morning haze
Slowly rises

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Run Haiku

2020/07/28

Take deep breaths
Then breathe a little deeper
Drenched in morning light

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Run Haiku

2020/07/27

Top of the house
Dipped in the first light
Of the morning sun

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Run Haiku

2020/07/25

Fully immersed
In the rain-drenched forest
Soaked to the skin

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Run Haiku

2020/07/24

Soaring cottonwoods
And mighty oak trees
Dance in the wind

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Run Haiku

2020/07/23

New winding trail
Along the lazy river
Morning birds sing

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Run Haiku

2020/07/22

Grass clippings
And the fresh morning dew
Clinging to my feet

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Run Haiku

2020/07/21

Rhythmic footsteps fade
Staccato slapping begins
Hungry mosquitoes