HeartStrung

insignificance that is my biggest worry you proved it is tru e

Each morning, she, I, bundled and wrapped head to toe, walk in crisp cold air

I am stronger now. Given the chance, I'd say no and you would listen

  Imprints in the snow the shape of a foot, no toes; is it friend or foe?

When haiku dries up like a raisin in the sun, the page feels empty