bits

Untangled,
hanging at the nape
of a season’s last memory.
The pages hereafter
are blank.

(my etruscan exit sign was inspired by your existential trash can.)

and
my fork haiku:

sterling tines reflect
light from faraway systems
tiny solar flare

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