Imperfection

« White elder blossom and dog roses hug in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference.  High sulky summer sucked me towards it. »  Laurie Lee


dogwood blossoms near

line road to imperfection

I walk in that heat
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dVerse prompt to take prose writing of Laurie Lee and make it a poem.

Four choices and I want to do all four in haiku.

Imperfection