Paris By Train (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

She paints awkward eyes

on rusted railway spikes,

plants them too deeply

in broken terra cotta pots,

waters them sporadically

with the dregs of stale beers,

waits in anxious anguish

for the blossoms of Paris.

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