haikus for november 12

time of death

is yours

until

until

you are luminous

on your own you stand

your time running out

november

year nowhere near

sheer curtains bellowing

in the morning

no it's evening

now that when has gone

where will we meet

breath stirring on the pond

bougainvillea your days uncertain

uprooted replanted

will you make it through monsoon

you come with your number

from a name we emerge

here to meet

you are right to think

november 12

nothing happens to you

tu donnes nom à ce jour

ce jour est notre corps

sur les doigts l'odeur de la citronnelle

you leave a trace

we leave a trace

friday carries us along

dianthus in a glass of water

kitchen table

breeze

unfassbar

der Schatten der Palmen

über die Wand

this moment

of or in time

miscanthus bends in the morning rain

12 november, 2026, kedungu