haikuesday

as winter whispers,

impatiently – in the wings,

fall takes center stage

* * * 

‘do you have some gum?’

he paused, not wanting to share.

he buckled. ‘i do.’

* * * 

he lowered his pen,

placed the deed in her small hands,

and said, ‘i am yours’.

 

 

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