Blue springs, Spanish moss
Bald fades under Yankee caps
I’m home. It’s still home.
Tag: Haiku
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Orion. Peaceful hunter.
Loyal friend. Leave winter
on my doorstep.
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Words from lovers. Words
with friends. Instagram Stories
we tell ourselves.
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Soft navy linens,
stuffed with goose down, hug my skull.
Eyelids flutter, shut.
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We lived side by side
Shared walls and parking spaces
Armenia called
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Morning clouds graze east.
Sweat flows from our temples.
We Labor. We Play.
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Knees bent. Shoulders squared.
Gooseneck up. Snap your wrist. Fly.
Chasing perfection.
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Earth’s little brother
traps the cosmos in my mind.
I pause. I wonder.
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Clear screen reflections.
Creaked necks, desperate glowing text.
Last stop, Pearl Station.
Floodlights and Goalposts 