math class
I count each snowflake
on the window*
the whiteness of snow—
my car needs a wash
between my pickup
and the school door
ice slide
end of shift—
the postman carries
a pair of skates
an empty rink—
the splayed paws of an old dog
deserted square—
the scent of mulled wine
fills the emptiness
*This verse first appeared in Abrosia: Journal of Fine Haiku,
Issue 2 — Winter 2009
Jacek Robert
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