three haiku on the verge of a solstice

i
stupid dew that frosts
you can snap better than this –
sublime and try again

ii
if my flesh is grass
yours is this magnolia
rocking in the storm

iii
go then silly year –
across foggy stubble lands
on the blackbird’s back

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