supper: toast, apricot jam & chestnuts
song: lóri, amiina
going to market
i am thinking thoughts of you;
fresh bread & coffee.
my words turn haiku;
i count syllables on the
inside of mittens.
cold-weather chatter
here, in the seaside city
time is turning back.
i am five years old;
appleseeds in flower pots
leaf majestic trees.
we are too perfect -
(i think i want to tell you)
we could never work.
the skylight-sight moon
does not make me wish for you;
for i am content.
sunday afternoon:
terror, art, humanity
& eggnog lattes,
listing all the names
our friends would call us by, only -
if we were not us.
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halifax seems it's
a city most lovelily
rendered to haikus.
quiet & simple,
introverted loneliness
that sometimes blossoms.
your little ditties
are especially lovely.
love from, harriet.
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