Month: December 2013
Boat Dock Late Afternoon, July 1973
Haiku 12.20
Laughter pierces through halls,
echoes in the cold
windowless file room.
Haiku 12.16
Driver ignores stop
requested, demands thank you —
Iced sidewalks mid-block
Haiku 12.9
Ragged files, stapled
and stuffed away, once crackled
with crisp beginnings
The Scent of Water on Mirrors
My collection of poetry, The Scent of Water on Mirrors, is now available as an ebook on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/290344
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