Heat Pressed
A Haiku
Photo from the author. In Line for the train last winter.
My puffer and yours,
stuffed into the metal car,
The train home, sweating.
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By Bride of Sound5 days ago in Humans
Comments (7)
Congratulations!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congrats Kera!!
Definitely been there. love it!
oh, it's hard to write a visceral subway poem. Well done and congratulations!
This feels like New York City as well. Magic and reality mixed together.
That's neat! Great imagry