Not John Henry-
New sign on
the Office door
Spring Cleaning-
Leaping up to dust
the top shelf
Between the hangover
And the blackout-
Cherry Blossoms
Heavy flurries-
Opening the door to
a blank page
On Friday I posted a haiku about a friend's recent cancer diagnosis and as poets sometimes do, forgot that all of the context that was in my head wasn't on the page. Sorry if anyone thought the diagnosis was mine and I appreciate the concern.
Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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