A Day in Haiku


Squinting through the drapes

Dark and stormy? I wonder

Then it rains and rains.


Hot mug, headphones on

Email this and email that

I look around — dark.


Greeted by silence

Open wide an empty fridge

Cereal and milk.


Darker, it glows bright

Cold metal and warm bodies

On the other side.


Lullabies of thought

A broken record of thought

Merges into dream.

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