haiku no. 60 by Christian Bixler

Mar 2017

air as fish's breath, so
we rest under eaves--
wet feet

A memory of sheltering from the rain under the low hanging branches of the trees while hiking the Appalachian trail.

#love #memory #humor #discomfort

Written by

Christian Bixler 25/M/Colombus, GA

(25/M/Colombus, GA)

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