Sunday, April 15, 2007


It snowed all day on the 11th and through the night. In the morning a few flakes were still drifting down from the sunny, blue sky. I wrote a poem at the bus stop:
April 12:
there are pigeon tracks
in the fresh snow.

It's not a haiku, because the syllable count isn't right. It's a semi- or pseudo-haiku.


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