I was in the midst of travel commotion last week, and missed posting my Friday haiku, so I’m doubling up today.
North is south this year
confused,
geese stay put
In a deep corner
of my self
a patch of soil
Friday haiku 32 and 33
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Friday haku 7
It’s that time again. As usual, respond in kind if you wish.
Like everyone else
by the time they reach Mexico
the North Wind has forgotten its task
Paris, 15:42
Stuck.
A small desire
(coffee, maybe pastry)
A Herculean labor.
Such histrionics,
A drama worthy of greatness,
And I, jet-lagged, ordinary at best,
Blindly stabbing.
Yet, it arrives:
Mousse au chocolat
Crème brûlée
Je n’sais quoi
And coffee,
A small, unassuming demi-tasse,
Ordnance as yet
Unexploded.
exiles child 