This morning I wrote a haiku on the almost last page of a visitors' book, sitting at the same table where our wedding guests once gathered round to decorate the pages of another book, with bright scraps of fabric and verse, for us.
This morning I wrote
Rainbows on our toast-
a breakfast blessing to wish
us well on our way.
and some of my inexplicable heaviness lifted, like the shy sun light coming through.
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