8 Am Encounter At The Dry Cleaners Poem by Grant House

8 Am Encounter At The Dry Cleaners

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Good morning

She looks up, says

Head in the clouds
Hair still wet

Then smiles

I say, it is almost Haiku

She says,
I've done three quarters of the work
Now it's up to you

I give it a try
But now I see

Head in the clouds
Hair still wet

Would make a much better
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Monday, September 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: moments,morning
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