Crocus Haiku

 I had originally posted the poem here that I wrote April 1st and then took it down because it contained a slur and I was worried maybe it was offensive, especially because I cant seem to link to this blog from facebook.  I still want to have 30 poems up here though at the end of the month so I'm offering an extra haiku for today:


Crocus Haiku

Glimpses of green hide

In cracked soil beside the porch.

Wait, and they will bloom.

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