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wrap me in a shroud
wound in dandelion clouds
exhaled—higher, gone
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
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Every line in this Haiku is brilliant, but Wound in dandelion shroud is simply amazing. You absolutely have captured the effervescence of life in this poem by anchoring your metaphor in the most fleeting of ephemera.