(In four haiku) the sky scraped thin, whiteness showing through. these margarine days noontime, an upright world, shadows trimmed to footfall light’s mighty shears. outstretched fingers so far, the eastern horizon sun’s begonia yawn I wind open the window; between curtains a fridge-blue glow this leak of moon Written for Miz Quickly's Dec 13 prompt … Continue reading 24 hours →