i miss words: folded,
creased; passed, mailed; waiting coyly
under wiper blades
I wrote this haiku a little while back, long before my recent cursive curious phase. It seemed only right to write it out with my my new fountain pen, another inexpensive gem, this time with a fine tip. The ink is intended to be brown, but, alas, is only “darkly muddy” at best.
