anyone
can drown in a dream-deep sea
forfeit sunshine for
sea-deep eyes
forget
temperature
humidity and windspeed
when solitude’s
my weather
it was five below
on Central Park South
when she kissed me
and we turned to the wind
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I liked your Winter Haiku on East on Central. Hard to remember how cold it gets on days like this. It's also hard to remember feelings. I suppose that's why we write poetry.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe we can't help it.