Zelda's Inferno exercise: a couple of haiku

A slow Sunday, we're just hanging out in front of the Grind, chatting. Bad music from the bar a few doors up makes me feel better about my own abilities.

A little poetry to keep the fire going:

bulldog on the bricks
in front of the Daily Grind
lazy summer night

familiar faces
regulars greet each other
a Fells Point evening

heart stretches miles
waiting for her to return


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