Haikus 28.12.19

Rub

there’s a worn smooth spot
where his thumb rubbed the guardrail
ev’ry time he passed

Trill

a single robin
took flight trilling in anger
and pompous fury

Etch

the passing of time
carved and etched in her wrinkles
her glance without age

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