Quick, no one’s looking
Whoa, what’s that ahead of me
I’d better wait here
Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.
Posted on August 28, 2018, in Christian, poetry and tagged haiku, nature, swan. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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