Sunday, April 13, 2014



Eleven-eighteen PM. I think I might have a haiku in me...or three.


such a splendid night
roast a perfect medium
wine the perfect red

four generations
so glad to be together
all talking at once 

in the room downstairs
a grandson sleeping over
three months a long time

Eleven-twenty-eight. Possibly a new record for poeming and posting!


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