upon seeing my reflection in the east window on a saturday night in mid-november while listening to lucinda williams sing “blue,” a haiku

impossible love

like waiting for the moonrise

on a cloudy night

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to upon seeing my reflection in the east window on a saturday night in mid-november while listening to lucinda williams sing “blue,” a haiku

  1. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    Love this – almost as much as the title 🙂

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