Friday, February 22, 2013

Aborted Haiku Valentine

A bowl of brown leaves
a breeze’s breakfast
at the end of the yard
no need for legs
just flap your arms
the sun’s in my lap
but my back is freezing
twice a day whether
I notice or not I’m
re-born for a minute
a music starts up
that’s my cue
then fades away
one more word
gets forgotten
sleeps waiting
to be recalled

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