Did you ever have one of those days where you sit down to write, but the only words echoing in your head are the lyrical efforts of others? Today, for me,  it’s been Dorothy Parker.  I find that rich with irony given the Hallmark tangent I’ve been on as of late. So rather than put forth a mediocre to lame haiku, I think I’ll just enjoy the inspiration the cosmos has provided. Without further adieu, my favorite, Dorothy Parker…

Sanctuary

My land is bare of chattering folk;

The clouds are low along the ridges,

And sweet’s the air with curly smoke

From all my burning bridges.