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Everything came full circle when I realized there was no way out. The woman and her dog stayed calmly where they were, not blinking. Buildings casted shadows longer than veins: I stood over a wooden pedestal debris of unheard omens and despair.

Listen to the animal breath deeply. The eyes are blue and sharp. Like broken pieces of thick glass.

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Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.

Days of Flowers  

A hay(na)ku chapbook.