An appetizer for infinitehaiku vol 3 and other surprises
this slick mud
on my good shoes
ruins the rug
singing like birds
only not in any key
and Bon Jovi
stapled paper
found in my driveway
something forgotten
light on the ice
solid, slippery mass
hurting my eyes
dry hands
in desperate need of gloves
or maybe spring
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