Because I love Shadow and need time out from beating up on myself. And I need to get in touch with my inner haiku. In 55 words or less.
You tell me
it’s snowing on one side of the river only
obsidian river grey as mist
I’m there with you
bringing the equatorial sun and
to make your mouth pucker
I’m looking at night rain in your eyes
those who matter never mind
and the river’s flow is
just ice passing through
pineapple rings like hoops of sweetness
take another bite
Yes, I know it is more than 55 words, but I got hung up on the pineapple and wouldn’t let go of the word ‘obsidian’.