Monday, January 31, 2011

haiku retrospective xxii

running out the door
past the hanging brown monkey
past the scattered toys.

tossing too-long curls
swift glance at the bronze wind chime
rush of fevered notes.

a pause, a pressed hand.
have a lovely weekend, do.
good-bye, my dear friend.

monday brings more work
champing at the writing bit,
pulling against reins.

a moment of shared silence
amidst noise and haste.

7 November 1997

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