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Wednesday, May 27, 2015


my neighbor and I forget
we're not speaking

First published at Tempslibres


Blogger Iris said...

life itself :)

3:04 PM  
Blogger Magyar said...

in my too tight belt
I quickly choose suspenders
to speak-easy

Hopefully, civility often overcomes any sort of discomfort. Smiles! _m

5:24 PM  
Blogger Magyar said...

The cold nods; below the warm sunshine; odd greetings.
__Smiles! _m

6:19 PM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...


5:37 AM  
Blogger Magyar said...

Ah Ha!
__The -solstice- at The Heron's Nest. Nice. _m

5:47 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, my friends. And, M, thanks for your comment on my ku in THN. I'll post it here soon.

7:12 PM  
Blogger Gwil W said...

sunlight and warmth
my neighbour's wide smile
a wall of snow melting

12:56 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Gwil. My neighbor and I are not quite so demonstrative.

2:15 PM  

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