Senryuthe storm knows my name it circles what I won’t sayand waits for thunder Haikucharcoal clouds ascendlight thins between their clenched fists rain holds its breath Senryu (after the squall)rain cools the skin but underneath, the old heatwaits its turn again. Written as an ekphrastic for SenHai #41. (some) images created with Midjourney; all writing … Continue reading 2802: SenHai #41