52 Haiku Week 13
I had to avoid the computer last week due to a back spasm, so here is last week’s haiku almost a week late.
A fly jit jitters
Across our truck’s windshield.
Does it know I’m here?
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
I had to avoid the computer last week due to a back spasm, so here is last week’s haiku almost a week late.
A fly jit jitters
Across our truck’s windshield.
Does it know I’m here?
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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