Crosswalk Haiku

A present-moment poem in motion

By Flower InBloomPublished 6 days ago • 1 min read

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Traffic light turning

pigeons lift from crosswalk stripes

wind flips one receipt

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Flower InBloom

Writer and creator publishing original essays, poetry, and reflective digital content rooted in lived truth, healing, and grounded spirituality. This profile is my public creative space under the name Flower InBloom.

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Maya Or Tzurabout an hour ago
I love how it’s so mundane, yet this mundaneness is cherished and seen from a perspective of attention, and of noticing the littlest details. You’re like an artist but with words. Lovely ❤️

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A present-moment poem in motion

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