Categories Hmmm... Philosophies Uncategorized Troikas, II Post author By poetluckerate Post date November 8, 2011 A story called the girl’s hair ‘flaxen’ and all I could think of was my dietary fiber * * * Naked mimes don’t really have to say all that much * * * Right place, wrong time. Wrong place, right time. Fine lines, leaky pens Share this poemClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tags food for thought, poem, poems, poetic, poetry, ponderable, ponderables, three line poems that are not haikus By poetluckerate I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay. I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways. View Archive → ← Troikas, III → Troikas, I