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footsteps approaching mouse clicking, screen flickering I pretend to work I read my email another ten minutes gone my code is still broke A winter bus ride we gaze outside at darkness and a reflection Striking terror the question, was she with him? Unanswered riddle |
brilliant autumn day volcanoes sleep as airplanes draw lines on the sky Silent winter glade footprints enter and then leave steaming yellow snow Relentless summer day Crossing an alpine trail a cool stream; we plunge in rising from the table the scent of wine, of turkey, and an afternoon nap |
smooth, white empty sheet moving pen, drying ink a haiku is born morning rush hour cars next to mine go forward this lane will not move quiet afternoon her footprints long grown cold the phone does not ring One a.m., I see the city still burns brightly outside my window |
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