Walking the wire
net-less,
I brace against a head wind
and wait for fate
to pluck her harp string.
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
1 comment:
I have heard that note! Lol!
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