oh, so, you're a poet
the aftertaste
of her words
where is your Howl?
this odor
of impending death
drifting snowflakes...
your poem, a bit of this
and a bit of that
NeverEnding Story, July 4, 2013
A Room of My Own: Border Towns Haiku
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*This Brave New World*, CXXII
border towns linked
by a suspension bridge
smoky twilight
FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel to mine below:
the arch...
