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.) Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related