Clover
flourishes on the verge—
a thick green carpet boxed in
between
concrete and asphalt.
Its
small white blooms reach skyward
silently
pleading
for
mercy from the mower.
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 ...
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