Hasuike
- Timothy Agnew
- Apr 26
- 1 min read
summer skies burn
yet a scotch mist
meshes the horizon
over a garden
tended with care
where no roots seek
matters beyond soil
a japanese lotus
yawns from
a hasuike
like a buddhist chant
whispered across
valleys of fear
a blushing
pierre rose
foils butterflies
in a dance of love
that settles
on the dawn
like a tear
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