Posted February 3, 2017 by Shoshanah Marohn under Poetry Énouement The way things are now was not foreseen, but I can’t tell me that, back then. Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) TAGS: énouement,from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows,haiku PREVIOUS POST Meanwhile, In America NEXT POST Whose feet are in your trash? Related Posts Coloring Poets with Beards (They aren’t all men!) Coloring Inside the Dreams Of Course I Wrote a Dan Book A Moment in Time with the Professor 2 Comments japingape February 4th, 2017 Back then, it could have turned out differently. Reply Shoshanah Marohn February 4th, 2017 True. Comments make the blogosphere go 'round.Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Back then, it could have turned out differently.
True.