A haiku

Updated: Nov 10, 2022

she is an album

each time she visits she shows me

one more photo

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For years I have used more salt and pepper to bring the tasteless food to life and grieved the death of flower fragrance. My handwriting has caught the leaf curl and although I don’t now mind writing

The poem leads

The door swung hard shut and with the day a blank sheet I let my feet take me just where, which was up at first to climb above the cold shade finding snaking Salamanca infused with fumes of buses and

Young people sitting