Some–like white wine–are
best when young. My French Bordeaux
grows better with age.
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Tag Archives: memory
Brief holiday visit
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Past life public
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Abandoned blog
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Nostalgia
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.
a haiku a day 