Two-thirds of a Haiku
The snow doesn’t fall as much as it billows. What can it carry— microplaned rind of lemon, just a bit of the recent past when not everything went into the lemonade. Which is not what I want to drink anyway—have you ever listened to Julie London for hours and tried to walk away from the next comfortable option? This poem was inspired by two-thirds of a haiku I inadvertently wrote during a...