Friday, December 28, 2012
mining past posts
its was almost warm, the sky a blue with promise and the trees were covered with the faintest trace of green.
I wanted it to be an haiku - and I hope that it will be.
the haiku I caught was a much darker butterfly.
thank you to haiku thief for raising the idea of alternate realities
******phone, cock both hands full
talk, love, of a distant world
don't wake the sleeper
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