We were made of rain
Sinking into a dead wood
Beginning to rot
I wrote this line in a poem years ago that I had lost. It was the only line I remembered, so I decided to turn it into a haiku. It is strange that my most recent drawing (We Were Made of Wood) reminds me of the drawing I wrote this poem about, and simultaneously, We Were Made of Wood reminds me exactly of the image I saw last summer that uncannily illustrates this very haiku.
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