I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
Poetic Musings: Wren Song Haiku by Claire Everett
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just-fledged light
chips of wren song
from the log pile
*Presence*, 45, 2012
Claire Everett
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