creative ramblings & reverie

Friday, September 30, 2011


I’ve kept notes of things I noticed unknown years ago.  One May, or June, these scraps of poetry, an unfinished haiku.

            In the wind a bride,
            anchored by her husband’s hand.

I wonder how I might have finished it.
            A kite, now airborne.
Or, a kite not airborne?  Even a single letter changes everything.


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