cronechronicler

You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying

Haiku: Apartment Music

Neighbors’ grandchildren
Arriving Thanksgiving morn
Stampede down the hall

Lovely the patter
Not-so-little feet clatter
A nostalgic sound.

In Response to Daily Prompt: Percussive

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