I have another blog of miscellaneous essays and poetry. I started this one to specifically share the unanticipated poetry that comes to me during acupuncture. Haikus come easy In the contemplative zone Under the Needles
Downcast, not playful
No cuddles or sunbeam naps
The weather is sad
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
©️30 January 2024
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