Poems For Nobody

Two poems diverged in a yellow wood, so on and so forth.

A haiku:

“I don’t really burn”
was a foolish thing to say.
Pass the aloe, please.


Not a haiku:

They say that the best poetry
is that which awakens and soothes.

That must mean
you are pure poetry.

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