It’s All In Your Hands
Poem On a motorcycle, zipline, airplane I want to soar down the snowy mountain I want to blaze up the trail Be young and burn this energy Get high off my own vitality The...
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When Mowing, Mow
Haibun The tractor mower drives toward the pygmy Chinese Maple. The engine’s drone, heard through ear protectors. The stiff steering wheel, gripped in gloved hands. The long grasses stretch to the sun. solstice beside...
