I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
A Room of My Own: Window Gaze Haiku
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window gaze
still the motel neon lights
and this car glare
FYI: This mood haiku could be read as a sequel to mine below:
alone
in a creaking bed
motel nig...
