Wall. Life could be so much more exciting with my hands off the wheel, until I end up in a ditch and look back at frozen tyre tracks scribbled over wet tarmac, thinking: Maybe I should go to Amy’s show-and-tell. And then, I slam into another wall, which I could’ve avoided but probably shouldn’t have,…
Day: August 8, 2020
Morning Haiku – 27
Dripping wet willows Weep deep into river’s seep For Summer Chub’s leap.