Saturday, February 12, 2011

52 Cleveland Haiku (4)


Slick ice-covered roads
Work is closed; a perfect day
to write poetry

1 comment:

ironman said...

The monster storm wasn't really all that much of a monster here (more icy than snowy), but they did close up everything.

Cited...

The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau