Friday poem
- dtmillerlexky
- Aug 25, 2023
- 1 min read
I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. I've lost track of the # this is. When I rode the bus I wrote a haiku every day. This was from during a flu outbreak.
Bus haiku #4
Your face: pale as winter beach.
Your chapped mouth: a cove, small sailors ready.
Your cough: a thousand ships set sail.
Riding busses have such writing potential. It's a break in a day we need.
How perfect! With the latest coronavirus variant beginning to appear, this haiku deserves wide publication.