short day
slithering to
dark night. time keeps pushing
every one to sleep six feet
under.
does it matter to anyone?
if you stay napping in
the dirt? short day.
long night.
CANADIAN STORIES, Vol. 12, No. 67, 2009.
A Room of My Own: Eviction Notice Haiku
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eviction notice
thoughts of home entangled
in a cobweb
FYI: This haiku could be read as a prequel to mine below:
eviction night
boxes of my immigrant drea...