Saturday, January 16, 2021

Listen for "Thriller"


rush out of bed 

grab iPhone, dictate a poem 

hand-hold the haiku 



footprints on sidewalk 

frozen in time by the ice 

sound of snow crunching



mound of fallen snow 

the leaves fall in a dance line 

listen for "Thriller" 



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