Friday poem
- dtmillerlexky
- May 5, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 24, 2023
I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 11/52. When I rode the city bus, I wrote a haiku each day.
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Bus Haiku #7
She slowly unfolds the map. Circles and lines, dotted, dashed. Red, green and blue. What is your country's word for shelter?
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