Leaves gather like un-
sold goods. Need help, asks the rake.
Just browsing, I say.
Black Friday: A Haiku
Leaves gather like un-
sold goods. Need help, asks the rake.
Just browsing, I say.
On the rooftops of Kyiv we master the circle dance, the feel of wood that can still support our weight.
In times like these I clean the gutters monthly and the lint trap every day;
This is a time for bravery. Not the human-cannonball kind. Not the free-diver nor the free-soloist.