so chill
a blue haiku
By Mark FrancisPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Painting by Villo Varga.
those puddles were chill
with frost where our Russian Blue
faked his first ice-bath
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Mark Francis
Published translator and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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