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cold morning first frost
pouring hot coffee on it
bug filled road apples
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Gerry Thibeault
aspiring poet working on his first chapbook of poetry...
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'Till Death We Do Art
There would be nothing divine in this world without art. Nature may surpass the divine to all intents and purposes, but like everything it absorbs and is absorbed by, it remains here, stuck on the surface of this world, ever-present, physically bound to the universe.
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Comments (3)
Yes to the coffee but no to the apples hahahahaha. I really thought they were a type of apples but Dana's comment made me Google it. Ewww! I never ever want those apples, even if.it doesn't have bugs 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Thanks Dana —there’s Mennonite’s where I live so we still get them lol —I won’t spoil it though for the others.
Great haiku. I wonder if you're familiar with the slang meaning of "road apples".