My Charles de Gaulle Airport Haiku

21 February 2014 — Leave a comment

Groggy, crusted eyes
the TGV takes me South
Provence winds a wait

(P.S. Don’t take this dopey poem too seriously. It feels like I’ve spent enough time waiting around CDG, half dead to the world, to fill a whole bucket full of crappy haikus.)

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