Ella Wagemakers

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rising moon –
which basket will you
fall into?


on a cloud
I daydream about

the earth


late summer . . .
I pin a dragonfly's wings

to my haiku


our eyes fly
from bird to bird


jasmine . . .
a layer of evening

on the trees


early morning frost
a thin layer of sleep

on the windshield


only water
between my footsteps
and the horizon