Thursday, January 9, 2014

Snowy Chicago Haiku


the hiss of bacon
on the stove as snowflakes fall,
quietly outside


Bollywood tunes leak
out the cab door, into the
silence of snow



snow inside my boots
I had forgotten how much
I love you, midwest

2 comments:

  1. Unfair! Starting a poem with the word "bacon" in the first line GUARANTEES feelings of love!

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  2. :) Ah salty meat products. Hope all is well with the Sci-fi manuscript!

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