It’s All One Thing #30: A Haiku Steam for Jack after the St. Francis Workshop
The hawk hardly flaps a wing as the crow pecks up from below above All tender tendrils leaves open at once blossoms and the dark wet Earth The weight of [...]
The hawk hardly flaps a wing as the crow pecks up from below above All tender tendrils leaves open at once blossoms and the dark wet Earth The weight of [...]