Haiku: Wet Noises 


poetry
wet noises fall from green existence

a fresh rain.

wet noises… plop. plop. plop.

fall from green existence,

upon a porous landscape

of time.

Linda J. Wolff

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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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