Storm Love Note / Trois Par Huit
Strong winds blew
note from my hand to you
We both had bent down to pick it up
Upon rising your head hit my hot coffee cup
That was the beginning of my great good luck
I must admit in this anecdote
It was blank, no words wrote
Storm love note
entry for Jared Pickett's contest:
Trois Par Huit
Placement: 3rd place
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