Concertina wire, composed. A portal drips ribbons. * * * Haiku is extremely difficult to pull off. This one has some imagery I like (gleaned from this morning’s bus ride into my not-work work), but it is not quite right. Ah, well. Revision in my middle name. Or chosen future-married name. Or something like that. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘bus riding and poetry’
In the moment: haiku
I complained too long Now summer washes away Umbrella dust free * * * Her brown eyes crinkle A stranger known by bus route Smiles like she knows me * * * A man on the bus A glass cake plate in right hand No crumbs, no [...]
