Tuesday, April 29

Haiku CIII - CVI

so thick is the air
with pollen and flowers, I
pause to sneeze & smile.


how do you say ‘bed’
in French, & does it rhyme with
this haiku at all?


how nimble the birds
dart! their wings flick fast against
the warming spring air.


summer comes slow to
this city, one leaf at a
time—we wait, we pine.

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