tiny poems by Grant Hackett
out of touch with the world but close to bone :: a window for dawn
though i never feel cold salt waves :: all my life i am read by the sea
a sun comes up where no sun existed :: that morning is not to be solved
when sky's cut down above the elm :: won't i shed my leaves and limbs
A selection of ku written in response to prompts in April and now published by Heliosparrow.
why is sunlight inside the sparrow :: older than the sun