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
A Room of My Own: Hum of Summer Clouds Haiku
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rippling sunshine
a hum of summer clouds
in the mountain stream
FYI: It might be interesting to do a comparison reading of my haiku below:
the sky dapple...
