seeps through the Keurig.
Charcoal water spills over.
No room for creamer.
Tag: Haiku
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Bird songs ring. Listen.
Lark? Jay? Raven? Warbler?
I have no idea.
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His metallic prose
gleams. Perfect lines burn from his
cobalt typewriter.
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All of these words have
been used before, but never
in this arrangement.
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I know I should call
you more often, but each night
I say, tomorrow.
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A good brother in
law, makes you salt his beer. But,
will lend you his van.
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Sometimes the grass is
purple, sprouting from star baked
dirt, light years away.
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My sadness is packed
inside Home Depot moving
boxes. I’m finished.
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Sometimes the grass is
greener. Building four’s oak rocks
a tailored moss suit.
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Bones spur. Cartilage
tears, splits. Pain takes her sweet time.
Diagnosis: old.
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